Quotes About Childhood

Differentiating from parental introjects and psychological defences based on the emotional pain of childhood is essential not only for neurotic or seriously disturbed individuals; it is a central developmental issue in every person's life.

We live in a largely addictive society that continues to reinforce the defenses we learned as children; this reinforcement comes in the form of a negative social pressure to soothe ourselves, to try to obtain instant gratification. . . Many people who suffered deprivation in childhood continue to accept substitute gratifications in the forms of drugs, alcohol, tobacco, television, video games, overwork, and other activities that distract them from experiencing their real lives.

I grew up watching Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell and the other guys with my dad.

My mom died when I was 8.

Basically, the conscious mind is like the hardware of your computer. The subconscious mind is its operating system. It's composed of code—or all those underlying patterns and connections that were laid down during your childhood. You can't see that code, but it runs the show. It's the engine that determines how you react to the world at large versus how you respond to it.

By awakening and embodying one's childhood self, something starts to shift in his adult self.

Once we go through the S.O.U.L. practice, we start to understand the narratives and false beliefs we have in our heads from our childhoods that no longer serve us. We're then able to see the world through a new framework: We move from Victim to Manifester. We put a leash on our dominant Imposter and let it serve us, instead of being subservient to it.

No child wants to feel that they weren't wanted, even if they don't care much for the abandoner.

She told us all these lies about her, that she used to be a prostitute, brought tricks into the house, that she used to beat her and starve her and of course we were small so we believed her. But then our dad told us it wasn't true, that Mum was just jealous of Grandma because she'd been with Dad before her.

had been attracted by Josie's slight weirdness: the denim, the old husband, the clipped, detached way in which she spoke. It would be easy to assume that all her weirdness was a result of having spent her childhood with a narcissistic mother and her adult life with a man like Walter. But what if the weirdness was innate?

strikes of lightning. She saw her mother, stirring a teabag in a mug. She saw her father

That's such bullshit. Come on. You were the one with the big house and the posh school and the bedroom full of nice things. I arrived in your house with nothing. Literally just a bag of clothes. And there you were, Little Lord Fauntleroy, with everything. Everything a child could want. How do you think that made me feel?

She heard the trace of fear in his voice. The fear that a small boy must have felt when every woman he loved had disappeared from his life, swept away by a merciless fever. She didn't know how to reassure him, or how to console his long-ago grief.

When you love a child, you forgive her before she can even ask. Basically you've already forgiven her for things she hasn't even done yet.

Justin tugged at Phoebe's sleeve. "Mama, if I must have a governess, I want a pretty one." Another snort from the nursemaid. "They start early, don't they?" she remarked in an aside. "In my family, they do," Phoebe replied ruefully.

Do I have to stay in the nursery? With the babies?" "Darling, you're four years old—" "Almost five!" Her lips quirked. There was a wealth of interest and empathy in the gaze she bent on her small son. "You may stay in my room, if you like," she offered. The child was appalled by the suggestion. "I can't sleep in your room," he said indignantly. "Why not?" "People might think we were married!

Dearest Lily." Penelope took her hand and pressed it between her own. "Since I was a little girl, I've always thought of you as the most beautiful, most courageous, most everything. But not practical. Never practical.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

The very desire for guarantees that our values are eternal and secure in some objective heaven is perhaps only a craving for the certainties of childhood or the absolute values of our primitive past.

My grandfather used to be a dentist, and he made me these retainers that have vampire teeth on them.

My first audition as a little girl was 'Interview with the Vampire' for Kirsten Dunst's part. Back then, they were meeting all different kinds of girls, and I was one of them. There's got to be an audition tape somewhere on VHS. Who would have known that many years later I would be on a vampire show?

I remember being a kid and sleeping over at my friend's house and staying up late and watching 'Nosferatu.' Vampire movies are supposed to be secret and bad. They should be rated R.

I used to dress up in my mom's old clothes and play with these kids from the neighbourhood and make up stories: I would pretend that we were all vampires.

I've loved vampires since I was a kid, or loved a lot of the vampire movies that I saw. Anything with sharp teeth, really. I remember you could get those fake vampire teeth, and I remember just keeping them in all the time.