Quotes About Childhood

The doll is one of the most imperious needs and, at the same time, one of the most charming instincts of feminine childhood. To care for, to clothe, to deck, to dress, to undress, to redress, to teach, scold a little, to rock, to dandle, to lull to sleep, to imagine that something is some one,-therein lies the whole woman's future.

À de certains moments, Jean Valjean souffrait tant qu'il devenait puéril. C'est le propre de la douleur de faire reparaître le côté enfant de l'homme.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Leni was pretty sure that, to her, childhood would always smell like sea air and cigarette smoke and her mother's rose-scented perfume.

Leni felt the sudden fragility of her world, of the world itself. She barely remembered Before. Maybe she didn't remember it at all, in fact. Maybe the images she did have-Dad lifting her onto his shoulders, pulling petals from a daisy, holding a buttercup to her chin, reading her a bedtime story-maybe these were all images she'd taken from pictures and imbued with an imagined life.

It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever.

Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. —The Velveteen Rabbit Margery Williams

What in the world was more restorative than a child's love?

Vianne knelt down beside Sarah, she felt for a pulse and found none. The silence turned sour, thick; all Vianne could think about was the sound of this child's laughter and how empty the world would be without it.

Leni's heart would always have a broken place. It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever. Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

What a burden such a choice must be. For the first time, she saw her own childhood as an adult, from far away, with the wisdom this war had given her.

My childhood, I thought naively, was mine alone, those memories painted in vibrant oil strokes on the canvas of my years.

pâtisseries, and suddenly I remember Maman handing

her window looked out on the Great Plains night sky. Her childhood portal to adventure. How often had she stood at this window and sent her dreams into those unknown universes? She opened the window and climbed out onto the metal flower trellis. It seemed as if she were crawling into the starlit sky itself.

She dug through her backpack, found the lunch Eva had packed for her and a well-read copy of Jane Eyre. Some kids had stuffed animals or special childhood blankets. Lexi had Jane.

Surely this beautiful creature couldn't be the child who'd once licked the metal ski-chair pole at Mammoth Mountain Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or the girl who'd climbed into her parents' bed after a nightmare when she was only a year away from being a teenager. Seventeen years had passed in the blink of an eye. It was too fast. Not long enough Ã¢â'¬Â¦

how you used to sit cross-legged in your room, with your eyes closed, trying to levitate your toys when Lottie made you clean your room.

But raw milk from a Jersey cow is a totally different substance from what I'd thought of as milk. If you do not own a cow or know someone who owns a cow, I must caution you never to try raw milk straight from the teat of a Jersey cow, because it would be cruel to taste it once and not have access to it again. Only a few people in America remeber this type of milk now, elderly people mostly, who grew up with a cow. They come to the farm sometimes, looking for that taste from their childhood.

I took piano for many years. I kicked and screamed through all of my lessons, but my mom really insisted.

I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.

I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.

The mind of an adult begins in the imagination of a child.

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The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization.