Quotes About Childhood

Kai aš buvau vaikas, mano mama man pasak?, kad aš esu mažas gabal?lis dangaus, kuris at?jo ? pasaul?, nes mama ir t?tis j? labai myl?jo! Tik v?liau aš supratau, jog tai nebuvo tiesa.

Mistakes are memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

A child who believed in fairy tales. Not the silly Disney ones your mother read to you, but the ones with blood and thorns, with girls who knew that love could kill you just as often as it could set you free.

The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice-cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going the other direction

When I was little I used to read the obituaries and one day I asked my mother why people die in alphabetical order.

Regardez mon enfant, voyez l'éclat de ses boucles folles et son sourire pareil à un vol de papillon. Un tel visage ne peut pas être celui de quelqu'un qui meurt à petit feu. Je ne la connais que depuis deux ans. Mais si vous preniez chaque souvenir, chaque instant, si vous les étiriez bout à bout, ça ferait une éternité.

In my first memory, I am three years old and I am trying to kill my sister.

When I was four years old, I kept telling my mother that the little boy in our house was stealing things.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

I thanked him and he asked me if my cape got caught on stuff when I was running and jumping, and I said, Sometimes.

A relationship does not start the day two people meet; it starts in the childhood of each partner. For it is long before they meet that the template of their relationship is established.

Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much more than a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things - new experiences, new emotions - and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self.

How is it that in childhood everything new that caught my interest had an aura of the uncanny, since according to all the authorities the uncanny is not some new thing but a thing known returning in a different form, become a revenant?

Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things - new experiences, new emotions - and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self. And incredulity, that too was a large part of being happy, I mean that euphoric inability fully to believe one's simple luck.

Childhood is supposed to be a radiant springtime but mine seems to have been always autumn, the gales seething in the big beeches behind this old gate-lodge, as they're doing right now, and the rooks above them wheeling haphazard, like scraps of char from a bonfire, and a custard-coloured gleam having its last go low down in the western sky.

I see them there, my poor parents, rancorously playing at house in the childhood of the world. Their unhappiness was one of the constants of my earliest years, a high, unceasing buzz just beyond hearing. I did not hate them. I loved them, probably. Only they were in my way, obscuring my view of the future. In time I would be able to see right through them, my transparent parents.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

I'm not sure who invented dodgeball, but I can almost guarantee you that it wasn't the shortest kid in the class.

I think perhaps the adults we become are formed in childhood and there's no way around it.

Odran, you may never believe anything I tell you again, but believe this: you have no idea what you're talking about. None. You don't have the first concept of what my childhood was like. Of all the things that happened to me in the years before I arrived at Clonliffe. None.' 'And I don't want to know, I told him. 'Nothing that happened to you back then makes anything that you did acceptable. It doesn't justify anything. Can't you see that?

I'm seven,' said Pierrot, sitting up straight, mortally offended.

The novel was written by Anshel Bronstein, the boy who had lived in the flat below him as a child. Of course, he remembered, he had wanted to be a writer. It seemed that his ambition had come true.

The truth is that I can't remember a moment when I didn't want to be a writer. From childhood, I loved books, I loved stories and I loved writing my own