Quotes About Childhood

oamenii ferici?i sunt aceia care tr?iesc asemenea copiilor, î?i duc p?pu?ile în bra?e, le îmbrac? ?i le dezbrac?, dau târcoale, cu mare respect, cutiei în care mama a încuiat zaharul, iar când, în sfâr?it, au c?p?tat buc??ica de zah?r, o m?nânc? cu poft? ?i strig?: "Mai d?-mi!"...Fericite fiin?e!

All our learned schoolmasters and tutors are agreed that children do not know why they want what they want. But no one likes to think - blindingly obvious though it is, in my view - that grown-ups too, like children, totter around on the earth and, like the children, do not know where they have come from or where they are going, act no more than children do for any true purpose and are just as governed by biscuits, cakes, and the rod.

It is the simplest things in life that hold the most wonder; the color of the sea, the sand between your toes, the laughter of a child.

At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can't say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake.

Remember yourself as a child? No one knows you better than you do. Be kind. Be your best friend.

When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it, and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.

In our family, you don't get a childhood. We're too busy trying to dominate the world.

A child is born to a welfare case/ Where the rats run around like they own the place/ The room is chilly, the building is old/ That's how it goes/ A doctor's found on his welfare rounds/ And he comes and he leaves on the double

Era a sensação que eu tinha - era o que sentia. Quando eu tinha seis anos, eu tinha a sensação de que eu era aquele que tinha que observar as coisas para as pessoas, que tinha que ver as coisas para as pessoas, que se eu não fizesse isso, então elas não seriam vistas.

Years of research and study show that a child was designed to be raised and educated at home because the most important element in a child's development towards maturity is his attachment to those who are responsible for him (a.k.a. parents)

I grew up in a funny way.

the mind of the child is like soft wax, which will take the least stamp you put on it, so let it be your care, who teach, to make the stamp good, that the wax be not hurt.

Oh if there is one law above the rest Written in wisdom—if there is a word That I would trace as with a pen of fire Upon the unsunn'd temper of a child— If there is any thing that keeps the mind Open to angel visits, and repels The ministry of ill—'tis human love!

A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.

Think of the pleasure of taking down your well-thumbed Treasure Island. You meant only to read just a little but you got to the place where Black Bill comes tapping down the highway, each tap striking terror deeper into the heart of the trembling boy in the doorway and you were lost in the story with a child hanging over your shoulder breathlessly waiting the next word. A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled when it comes to sharing the books of your boyhood with your lad.

...it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: "It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."

Soon I graduated to more sophisticated forms of levity, like seeing how many crayons I could stick up my nose at one time, burping the alphabet, and playing "Onward Christian Soldiers" on my armpit (I went to parochial school).

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass...

Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast...

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry...