Quotes About Childhood

She smelled, Mia thought suddenly, of home, as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.

but she had spent most of her childhood in libraries, taking refuge among the shelves as a new girl bouncing from school to school, absorbing books as if they were air

she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin. It was a place you could take refuge, if you knew how to get in. And each time you left it, each time your child passed out of your sight, you feared you might never be able to return to that place again.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image.

They give her tractors and things to play with instead of dolls, just to prove that girls are exactly the same as boys. Mind you, they're a bit illogical, it seems to me, because they have never forced me to play with dolls, which I would have thought would have proved the point just as effectively.

Çünkü burada,bu kavaklar?n dibinde,büyüleyici bir cam k?r??? gibi kald? çocuklu?um...

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

Sevgilim, çocuklara ÅŸaka yap?lmaz. Ben de bir çocuktum.

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo. Gran meraviglia se un'automobile strombettante, giunta da chissà dove, traversasse il paese, sulla strada maestra e dileguasse chi sa dove verso nuove città, verso il mare, sconvolgendo ragazzi e polvere

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo.

Ca s? suporÅ£i amintirile din copil?rie ale altcuiva trebuie s? fii îndr?gostit de el.

Quello era tutto il mio passato, insopportabile eppure così diverso, così morto. M'ero detta tante volte in quegli anni - e poi più avanti, ripensandoci - che lo scopo della mia vita era proprio di riuscire, di diventare qualcuna, per tornare un giorno in quelle viuzze dov'ero stata bambina e godermi il calore, lo stupore, l'ammirazione di quei visi familiari, di quella piccola gente. E c'ero riuscita, tornavo; e le facce la priccola gente eran tutti scomparsi.

Well, I actually first got into music as a small child, and as I became a teen, I sought out making money from music, weather that was singing lounge gigs, backup in studios, or weddings.

A newly-born child has no volitions, only reflexes. It is only when experience has supplied us with an idea of what may be done that we will it shall be done. This consideration alone is enough to shatter the case for the supposed freedom of the will. [3]

As Elizabeth Fisher pointed out in Woman's Creation, human history's first and longest reigning social unit was the mother and child, not the husband and wife.

Genius is only childhood recovered at will, childhood now gifted to express itself with the faculties of manhood and with the analytic mind that allows him to give order to the heap of unwittingly hoarded material.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

You know, very few people really want to become individuals," he says. "People claim they do, but they don't. They want to retain the invisibility of childhood anonymity forever. But that's not possible except in a police state. In an ordinary life, you have to become yourself.

Al llevarme a casa, Harry me dijo —¿cómo podía no saberlo?—que Jackson Pollock se había rebanado la punta de su dedo meñique a los siete años. ¡Siete! Jesucristo. Ni siquiera mi dolor era original

People in those days didn't display affection like they do today. I'm still learning how to be affectionate to my grandchildren. I don't ever remember getting a kiss from my mother. I never even saw her kiss my kid brother, or my kid sister, Margaret. Not that anyone meant to play favorites, but Tom was my father's favorite and Peggy was my mother's. I guess I was so big, and being the oldest, they expected me to be more grown up than the two younger ones.

One of my earliest childhood memories is getting birdshot picked out of my backside by my mother, Mary. My mother would say, "Tom, how come I'm always picking this stuff out of Francis's behind?" My father, who always called her Mame, would say, "Because the boy doesn't run fast enough, Mame." I get my size

But the little girl growing up still hisses a tune, that of the cottage train. (Mais la petite fille qui grandit siffle toujours un air, celui du train de la chaumière)"