Quotes About Childhood

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

A child knows how to image before he know how to reason. He is born with a naturally vivid and fertile imagination but he has to learn how to use logic and reason.

Some writers can only deal with childhood experience, because it's complete. For another kind of writer, life goes on, and he's able to keep processing that as well.

It lies in human nature that where you experience your first laughs, you also remember the age kindly.

Old Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. His set of solemn greybeards Nodded and argued much Of arc and circumference, Diameter and such. A silent child stood by them From morning until noon Because they drew such charming Round pictures of the moon.

Sometimes, the only things that make you feel good are the same ones that worked when you were five. Yes, I slammed the door

As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unselfconciously to the soughing of the trees.

True, I played, fought and studied with other children, but always I stood apart within. … A cosmic loneliness was my shadow.

She also managed to win a citywide spelling bee, beating out students at all the other Negro schools in Jacksonville. "I received an atlas of the world and a Bible as prizes," she recalled, "besides so much lemonade and cake that I told President Collier that I could feel it coming through my skin. He had such a big laugh that I made up my mind to hurry up and get grown and marry him." Decades

the concept of Mary Poppins is even stronger, implying a secure childhood and an answer to women's perennial problem: how to balance their lives between their needs and their family's demands.

Both my grandmothers had upright pianos, and I just knew how to play since I was a child. Nobody taught me. I sounded like a grown-up, and then I learned how to read music. I played so well by ear I could fool the teacher to believe I could play the notes. She'd make the mistake of playing the song once, and I could play it.

GINGER: The hand that rocks the craddle rules the world. BONGI: That's a slick little maxim — while the hand's rocking the craddle it won't be rocking the boat.

But my mom was a pianist, and she taught piano out of her house. I was just so excited, being a little kid and having all these other kids come to my house twice a week. I thought it was a big party.

I run to the water's edge and the cold ocean licks my toes. Without touching my face I can feel that it's wet with fog and tears and sweat. I stand there, on the cusp of the ocean and listen to its loud inhale. And then it recedes and takes everything from my childhood with it the porcelain dolls, the tap-dancing shoes, the concert ticket stubs, the tiny trophies, and the long, long swing.

A lot of childhood effort, worry, and whispering goes into cracking the codes of adult life. Children have to be accomplished spies.

A number of neurotic ancestors, combined with with persistent, unresolved terrors of childhood, had deprived me of the comfortable gift of natural courage.

I come from a massive family, and the youngest is twentysomething years younger than I am, so I grew up with children.

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...

With luck, you were read aloud to as a child.

still can't believe that). Babies just eight-weeks-old have a single jab against diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis, haemophilus influenzae type b and polio and another against pneumococcal disease. Then, as if that were not enough, babies of three

There's something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There's also something comforting in thinking that if they made it this far, relatively unscathed, then maybe you didn't turn out half bad either.

One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace.

No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.

I now know that to be loved as child means to be watched. In high school, I loved when the teacher turned the lights off. A moment to feel loved and unseen at once. I understand now. We can't be loved when the lights are off.