Quotes About Childhood

If children don't push the edges now and again, what's the point of being a child?

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection. —Sigmund Freud

The daily life of kids was a strange one, she thought. You got hauled to various locations, dumped there, hauled out again at the end of the day. During the dump time, you formed your own little societies that might have little or nothing to do with your pecking order in your home life. So weren't you constantly adjusting, readjusting, dealing with new rules, new authorities, more power, less? No wonder kids were so weird.

Un bambino ha bisogno del grembo materno per venire al mondo. Una volta che ha lasciato il grembo, la madre come datrice di vita è una forza esaurita, come il padre. Da quel momento in poi il bambino ha bisogno di amore e di cure che possono venire da un uomo come da una donna.

Hunde la cabeza en la camiseta del niño. ¿Es pura imaginación suya o la tela conserva aún el leve olor a canela de la piel del niño?

It always puzzled him, when he was a child, that a woman who wrote books for a living should be so bad at telling bedtime stories.

Decía que finges ser un ciudadano respetable y un hombre racional, pero en realidad no eres más que un niño perdido. Así lo decía textualmente: un niño que no sabe dónde vive ni qué quiere.

Batwoman: What was it like growing up with him? Nightwing: When I was a kid, I idolized him. Hell... I wanted to be him. But the older I got, the more I realized that I didn't know him at all. How could I? Bruce Wayne is as much a mask as Batman. And I think the only thing behind those masks is pain. A pain he refuses to share with anyone. Batwoman: So what was it like? Nightwing: Lonely.

There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing.

They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.

A tire swing?

My dad bought the team when I was little. I've been around guys like you my whole life. I'm over the whole 'jock-and-awe' thing.

Although immersed in leftism since childhood, he never left the shallow end of the pool. He proved so adept at breaking promises because he did not care deeply enough to keep them. What mattered more was that he be seen striking the right pose, finding the right groove, spinning the right narrative.

Sixty three sunsets I saw revolve on that perpendicular hill – mad raging sunsets pouring in sea foams of cloud through unimaginable crags like the crags you grayly drew in pencil as a child, with every rose-tint of hope beyond, making you feel just like them, brilliant and bleak beyond words. –

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Modern barber college, Smith eyes closed suffers a haircut fearing its ugliness 50 cents, a barber student olive-skinned 'Garcia' on his coat, two blond small boys one with feared face and big ears watching from seats, tell him 'You're ugly little boy & you've got big ears' he'd weep and suffer and it wouldn't even be true, the other thinfaced conscious concentrated patched bluejeans and scuffed shoes who watches me delicate, suffering child that grows hard and greedy with puberty.

We were just kids . We were property. We belonged to our parents, body and soul. It meant we were doomed in the face of any real danger from the adult world and that meant hopelessness, and humiliation and anger.

Still more. When I was three, and four, and five years of age, I was not yet I. I was a mere becoming, a flux of spirit not yet cooled solid in the mold of my particular flesh and time and place. In that period all that I had ever been in ten thousand lives before strove in me, and troubled the flux of me, in the effort to incorporate itself in me and become me.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

I moved back to Idaho when I was 6 or 7 and then lived in a little town called Twin Falls and then moved to Boise. So quite different from L.A. I'd been to Disneyland a couple of times, and that was the closest I'd been to L.A.

When I was seven, my mom took my twin sister and me to a play. I remember being fascinated about life onstage.

My first conscious thought of 'I should be like that and not like this' was probably at about six, and I was playing with... I have a twin brother, and we were playing with our twin cousins, who are a boy and a girl.

My mother says that my father truly enjoyed having a son. My two-years-younger twin sisters felt that he didn't quite know how to enjoy them. But I wasn't aware of those things then. So many of my childhood memories involve him. All the excursions into science were shaped by his knowledge and enthusiasm.

My dad grew up with straight-up no running water. He slept in a twin bed with his two sisters and his mom, like 'Charlie And The Chocolate Factory' style: like, feet at the head, feet at the head alternating. And then I think his dad slept on, like, a bed of newspapers on a floor in their apartment.