Quotes About Childhood

I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen.

Richard looks into my eyes and once again I know us for the children that we were, who had to make our own destiny in a world we could not understand.

But the magic moment when he walks alone has not yet happened, and I was praying he would do it before I have to leave. Now he will take his first step without me. And every step thereafter, I know. Every step of his life, and me not there to see him walk.

She wasn't even supposed to be in fourth grade at all, she was supposed to be in third. Just because she was supposed to be super smart--"precocious," the grown-ups called it--didn't mean he had to like her. Wally began to think that precocious was just about the most awful thing you could possibly be, next to dead.

Todos los niños nacen artistas. El problema es cómo seguir siendo artista cuando creces.

Now early life is very impressible, and children ought not to learn what they will have to unlearn when they grow up; we must therefore have a censorship of nursery tales, banishing some and keeping others.

Parents often fail to address early childhood lying, since the lying is almost innocent—their child's too young to know what lies are, or that lying's wrong. When their child gets older and learns those distinctions, the parents believe, the lying will stop. This is dead wrong, according to Dr. Talwar.

So Tumpty tried hiding upside down, behind a pot plant, under a large cardboard box, with his eyes tightly closed.

A child who grows up with the realization that his parents are lovers has a wonderful basis of stability.6

Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games.

So, when Cole was two and I was four, we moved to Goshen Falls. Lucky us! The whole town is three blocks long. We have a cute little farm with a cute little farmhouse. And even though Mom and Dad are computer programmers — not farmers — we have a backyard full of chickens.

That was my costume for the past five years. A hobo. Actually, it wasn't much of a costume. I wore one of Dad's baggy old suits with patches on the pants. Mom rubbed charcoal on my face to make me look dirty. And I carried a knapsack on a fishing pole over my shoulder. Bor-ring!

Now play nicely , make-believe dead girl

It's been happening since I was in kindergarten. Not them all the time, but other kids, you know. Every day. It never stops, and it never goes away, thanks to the Internet--it just keeps happening every minute, every day. And I just want it to stop. I think about how to do it, you know. How to kill them. All kinds of elaborate things, like trapping them in pits and burying them alive, or covering them with concrete.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.

It is more important to pave the way for the child to want to know than to put him on a diet of facts he is not ready to assimilate.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder . . . he [or she] needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.

A child's world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood.

facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow. The years of early childhood are the time to prepare the soil.

At the landing, Mommy turns to us and says, "Let's let the puppy go pish," so she opens the door and he scoots into the snow outside.

Morgana hat viel erlebt, und durch die Jahrtausende weise geworden, blieb es doch im Herzen ein Kind. Es ist bis heute noch kindlich genug, Neuem gegenüber Verwunderung zu empfinden. Und wer im Herzen ein Kind bleibt, wird vom Leben mit Wundern belohnt.

There is no adult terror equivalent to what an innocent child experiences when first confronted with the truth that evil is not merely a figment of fairy tales, that it walks the world in countless forms, and that what it seeks most aggressively is the destruction of the innocent.

People hide truths about themselves from themselves. Such self-deception is a coping mechanism, and to one extent or another, most people begin deceiving themselves when they're children.

I warned myself against the danger of compassion in this case. How easy it would be to imagine the traumas of childhood that might have deformed her into the moral monster she had become, and then to convince myself that those traumas could be balanced - and their effects reversed - by sufficient acts of kindness.