Quotes About Childhood

Our own system of trying to guess what or how much a child's mind can assimilate results in cross purposes, misunderstanding, disappointments, anger and a general loss of harmony.

I knew, even at eight, that the confusion of values thrust upon me by parents, teachers, other children, nannies, camp counselors, and others would only worsen as I grew up. The years would add complications and steer me into more and more impenetrable tangles of rights and wrongs, desirables and undesirables. I had already seen enough to know that.

As a child I was attracted to Tarzan and everything that had to do with jungles. It seemed to me -- and this is in retrospect -- that there was something primal, something right about it. Tarzan represented a pure being, somehow before the fall.

I feel like I got most of life's lessons before i turned six. For me, other people are the point, but other people can disappear. I guess I don't have to tell you that.

He has us draw a floor plan of the first place we ever remember living. 'The rooms, the closets, the hallway,' he says as he draws one himself on the blackboard. He turns back to us and says, 'Now add the significant details: the couch, the bourbon bottle, the slot between the wall and the fridge.' He laughs. 'You see? I've already told you my whole childhood in three details.' He jogs to the left and writes in block letters: NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS.

I told him the things that were coming back to me about my mother when I was little: her lemon smell

Polky Polky I used to call it." "Dot Dot, actually." Hanne smiled. "Dot Dot. I thought you were the most beautiful singer in the whole world." Oda felt pitched up onto the crest of a wave, like one of those boats far out at sea.

What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as child? Variant: What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?

What is patriotism but the love of the food one ate as a child?

Only when we pay equal attention to all aspects of a child, when we value his hands and heart equally with his head, will he achieve symettry. Then watch him fly.

I played with dolls until I was 15. My mother encouraged it because my older sister got married when she was 15, so Mom thought that the longer I stayed with dolls, the better.

I was the girl whose face fell when she saw a wrapped present in the shape of a box, perhaps a jigsaw puzzle. Worst of all, that preparation for the future slave-house of motherhood, a doll. I only wanted book tokens or books themselves – but better a book token. The worst present is the book you don't want to read.

It is s shame that more people do not appreciate the value of "a good read". I was fortunate enough to have had elementary school teachers who would read to us while we were to put our heads down on the desk and visualize the story and characters. It set me up for a lifetime of enjoying reading....

But [Patrick's] character is partly based on a boy named Mark who lived across the street from me when I was growing up ... I liked hanging out with him and was sad when he moved away after only a year in the neighborhood. I guess writing about Patrick is a way for me to spend more time with Mark.

She was a child robbed of her beloved sea and shore

The sense of dependence and the narcissism that were to mark, and sometimes ruin, Sylvia's relationships in the future clearly originated in her childhood fear of abandonment.

Growing up I always shopped at Victoria's Secret with my mom and saw Angels like Gisele and Karolina Kurkova in the windows.

Children delight in folk-tale and fairy lore, but the very little child loves best the story which mirrors the familiar. And it is for him, and for the mother who is striving in this age of profusion to guard the innate simplicity of her child's nature, that I have written my little stories.

Everyone has a bizarre childhood and unusual life experiences, whether they know it or not. There's no such thing as a normal childhood. What's useful in writing weird fiction is learning how to understand and articulate those moments of personal, particular strangeness.

All my life I've wanted to be the kid who gets to cross over into the magical kingdom.

I guess there must be some good foster parents, but I never saw any. All mine ever wanted was to collect their checks and treat me like I was a piece of shit unless my case worker was coming by for a visit. Then I got moved up from the mattress in the basement to one of their kids' rooms.

No eleven-year-old has any real grasp of death. He doesn't have any real concept of other people--that they feel pain, even that they exist. And his own adult future isn't real to him, either. Makes it that much easier to throw away.

But I was beginning to intuit that full-blown maturity was not so very different from childhood. Both states in their extreme were all about following the rules.

Pero, dejando aparte los incongruentes colores primarios, de guardería, de la zona de visitas, la estética de Claverack es austera, y pone en evidencia lo aterradoramente poco que queda de la vida cuando le quitas los perifollos que la adornan.