Quotes About Childhood

They had also tried controlled crying with Adam, which was why he, at two, was so insistent on keeping his mom nearby at all times. This was clearly a case in which the trust had to be rebuilt before any other problems could be examined.

Mother used to shape and score the Spam, arrange the rings of pineapple, then pour a little maple syrup over it and bake it so that it came out looking almost exactly like a miniature glazed ham, and we used to have it with yams on which we melted margarine.

Even in the era that we think of as the "good old days" children were never truly safe. Monsters walked among us, even then. In this case, though, the monster in question was not an adult that preyed on a child, it was what the

Çocukluk y?llar?m boyunca, tan??t???m bütün insanlar?n, kaderin bir oyunu olarak, ahmak olduÄŸuna inanm??t?m.

La vida no es más que una lenta rememoración de la infancia.

Boceto: esa misma tarde, mamá espolvorea con talco el cuerpecito rosado de mi hermana, yo pregunto cuándo va a salirle la pilila, mamá explica que a las niñas no les sale pilila, y se quedan así. De golpe vuelvo a ver a Mary Lena, y las blancas braguitas asomando bajo la suave brisa de su falda azul, y comprendo que es rubia y altiva, e inaccesible, porque es diferente. Toda relación es imposible, pertenece a otra raza.

la intolerancia salvaje se ataja de raíz, a través de una educación constante que empiece desde la más tierna infancia, antes de que se escriba en un libro y antes de que se convierta en costra de conducta demasiado espesa y dura.

los tíos querían que me quedase con el clarín porque era más barato: la trompeta debía de costar una fortuna y no podía imponer ese sacrificio a los tíos. Siempre me habían enseñado que cuando te ofrecen algo que te gusta tienes que decir enseguida no gracias, y no una sola vez, no decir no gracias y después tender la mano, sino esperar que el otro insista, que te diga por favor. Sólo entonces el niño educado puede ceder.

Old Antanas had been a worker ever since he was a child; he had run away from home when he was twelve, because his father beat him for trying to learn to read.

A small woman came with a child on her hip. She was pregnant again. And then I saw that she was herself hardly more than a child, twelve or thirteen, but excited at the idea of already being adult enough to experience important needs. Everyone was acting (though the man with the djinn, after his flash of vanity, seemed a little too far away); everyone knew his role. But was it acting when the whole world, or the world you knew, was in the play?

As the poet Philip Larkin famously said, 'They fuck you up, your mum and dad.' Sometimes, it only takes one of them.

Only later we learned that by fainting Peter was protecting himself from the awareness of his wish that the mother of his early childhood would die.

He sensed Death with a depth and clarity of which only small children or great philosophers are capable, philosophers who are themselves almost childlike in the power and simplicity of their thinking.

When you were a child, you used to run to me for protection. Now, in moments of weakness, I want to hide my head on your knees; I want you to be strong and wise; I want you to protect and defend me. I'm not always strong in spirit, Vitya – I can be weak too. I often think about suicide, but something holds me back – some weakness, or strength, or irrational hope.

A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as impossible, as a woman without children.

He who has seen the misery of man only has seen nothing, he must see the misery of woman; he who has seen the misery of woman only has seen nothing, he must see the misery of childhood.

Les bras d'une mère sont faits de tendresse et un doux sommeil benit l'enfant qui s'y abandonne.

He was one of those children most deserving of pity, among all, one of those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless.

the goodness of the mother is written in the gayety of the child;

The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.

the goodness of the mother is written on the gaiety of the child.

The gravedigger's work is charming when done by a child.

The child watched its disappearance--he was astounded but dreamy. His stupefaction was complicated by a sense of the dark reality of existence. It seemed as if there were experience in this dawning being. Did he, perchance, already exercise judgment? Experience coming too early constructs, sometimes, in the obscure depths of a child's mind, some dangerous balance--we know not what--in which the poor little soul weighs God. Feeling himself innocent, he yielded. There was no complaint

This is because he has in his heart a pearl, innocence; and pearls are not to be dissolved in mud. So long as man is in his childhood, God wills that he shall be innocent.