Quotes About Childhood

She shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

As a child, Wren read lots of fairy tales. That's why, when the monsters came, she knew it was because she had been wicked.

Some people have stuffed animals," Aaron said with a shrug. "Other people have knives.

When I was a kid and brought friends over , I was defiantly proud of the chaos. I liked that I knew how to jump over the piles and the shattered glass while they stumbled. Now it just seems like an ocean of crazy that I have no way to explain.

An unhappy childhood is supposed to make you grow up fast, but I still feel like a kid a lot of the time.

Hazel had received a baby doll that, if you filled it with water, you could squeeze and make it pee, even though she'd wanted a sword like her brother's.

She had shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

In that moment, I hated him for being so precious to them, for being cosseted and treated as though he was deserving of protection when I had none. Maybe I still hate him a little. But he was kind when we were children. It's possible there's a part of him that's still kind.

Only to see Oak, the heir to Elfhame, standing in a clearing. All my memories of him were of a merry young boy. But he'd become tall and rawboned, in the manner of children who have grown suddenly and too fast. When he moved, it was with coltish uncertainty, as though not used to his body. He would be thirteen. And he had no reason to be in my woods.

Many times in his first nine years, Prince Cardan slept in the hay of the stables when his mother didn't want him in their suite of rooms. It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him. Could pretend that when he was not found, it was only because the spot he'd chosen was so extremely clever.

When I look at her, I am filled with the same hate and fear that paralyzed me throughout my childhood. And yet, there is fresh madness in her yellow eyes. She is not the same as she was when I saw her last. And disturbingly, I see myself in her. Resentful, and trapped, and full of thwarted desire. The worst parts of me, and all my worst potential.

I think I have Ring Pops somewhere here, from trick-or-treating. I went as myself.

Were you a happy child?' 'I was magic. How could I fail to be?

I know there's no real Santa. Remember that little girl in the book you read me? That newspaper guy told her that it's okay if moms and dads bought the presents, 'cause they had Santa in their heart. Well, I got him in my heart, too. So, it's okay if Connie don't believe, 'cause I know my heart is big enough for Santa and me.

I was always obsessed with being famous. I had Marilyn Monroe paper dolls as a child, and I was always obsessed with her. I've just been really driven in that direction, and none of my friends were. So, I don't know what put that bug in me at a young age.

If only I could bear all your sorrows for you! . . . Ah! you were so happy when you were little and still with me —

Good sense from a child was not necessarily contemptible beside foolishness from a grown-up.

At this early stage in our evolution, now through our infancy and into our childhood and then, with luck, our growing up, what our species needs most of all, right now, is simply a future.

I'm so sorry to do this to you," she whispered tenderly. "I'm so sorry we are too poor to buy you a toy car.

Cuando era niño, solía llevar a casa animales del bosque (…) Nunca logré domesticarlos, porque lo único que querían, ciega e irracionalmente, era escapar.

Heather had grown up starved of love, and when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

Perhaps all grown-ups were just children carefully putting on their grown-up disguises each day and then acting accordingly.

Do you think you were locked in a cupboard as a child?" Cecilia had asked him once (she wouldn't have put it past his mother), but he said he was pretty sure he wasn't.

Brooke was meant to avoid stress because of her migraines, not chase it, but she'd always been a martyr. Amy remembered Brooke as a little girl, high pigtails and reflective sunglasses.