Quotes About Childhood

I've been turning over in my mind the question of nostalgia, and whether I suffer from it. I certainly don't get soggy at the memory of some childhood knickknack; nor do I want to deceive myself sentimentally about something that wasn't even true at the time - love of the old school, and so on. But if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions - and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives - then I plead guilty.

Games are for childhood, and sometimes I think I lost my childhood young.

This was a typical statement from my mother: lucid, opinionated, explicitly impatient of opposing views. Her dominance of the family, and her certainties about the world, made things usefully clear in childhood, restrictive in adolescence, and grindingly repetitive in adulthood.

Exhausted, emptied-out. I had no desire to tell Margaret about what had happened. I thought more often of Susie, and of the luck any parent has when a child is born with four limbs, a normal brain, and the emotional makeup that allows the child, the girl, the woman to lead any sort of life. May you be ordinary, as the poet once wished the newborn baby.

hace excavar una pequeña fosa para Gustave. Sorprendentemente, el niño sobrevive. Resulta ser un crío tardo, que se pasa tranquilamente horas y horas sentado con el dedo en la boca y una expresión «casi idiota» en el rostro. Para Sartre, es «el idiota de la familia». 1836 Comienza

U]ns verband jene angenehme, anspruchslose Art von Freundschaft, die ausschließlich auf langer Dauer beruht. Wir hatten wenig gemeinsam, kannten aber sonst kaum jemanden, der sich an uns als Neunjährige beim Ponyreiten erinnerte; so hatten unsere gelegentlichen Begegnungen immer etwas Behagliches.

even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

Finally she said, When I grow up, I'm going to live out here. I'll probably be a Miss Somebody, too... Don't grow up, I told her. It only gets more confusing.

She started telling Lyda stories, odd nameless placeless stories, about the man and the woman, myths or memories, perhaps from her own childhood.

Karen, who played Jane, was only seven years old, but was calm and sweet, and had perfect manners. Her father, Roy Dotrice, was a well-known English actor, so Karen had been schooled in performance etiquette.

The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. Yes, he said. I heard all of the names, but I don't remember the other two… just the man who hurt Gillian. That's the name I most want, Brodick said softly. Who is he, Alec? Alec, please, Gillian began. Tell me, Alec. Who is he? Baron, Alec whispered. His name is Baron.

A memory from before: his sister arriving home from school with her new jump rope trailing behind her on the sidewalk. They let me turn the handle, she said, but they wouldn't let me jump. She had cut the rope up into tiny pieces and tossed them into the ivy and sworn she would never jump rope again.

Not once did we ever have the money to buy them a single toy. AND

Children retain a great deal, and when they grow up they start going over things and rejudging them from a grownup's point of view. This must have been this way, and that was that way, they say. That's why you have to be careful with children—some day they grow up.

In the name of motherhood and fatherhood and education and good manners, we threaten and suffocate and bind and ensnare and bribe and trick children into wholesale emulation of our ways. Indeed, originality is recognized as disobedience, pathology, incorrigible character and/or unlawful conduct to be prosecuted by the state.

When boys played "guerrilla warfare," which was their version of cowboys and Indians, the enemy side would have thorns glued onto their noses and say "hello" all the time.

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In her elementary school days, she'd experienced something so terrifying that it was too much to remember.

I guess you're right. I can look at photo albums and get a reasonable idea of what I was like when I was three years old, or when I was a newborn.

the dream had come again, like the sun after a storm. It was the same dream that had come many times before, battering down the doors of my mind night after night since i was a child. it was the sort of dreams all girls dream, i suppose- a dream of mysterious worlds and hidden doorways, of leaves that breathe and make music when they are rustled in the wind, and river that bubbles and froth with secrets.

How quickly children grow! They are infants -- you look away a minute and in that time they have left their babyhood behind.

But Christina never forgot that "when I was a child, I needed only one person to understand my suffering and pain.… One is very important."5

Although only seven, she'd been reading since she was three, a fact her mother told anyone who would listen. Sarah was a voracious reader, and she'd found friends hiding between the pages of books. For her, the trips to the library meant more than the refreshing burst of air-conditioning. They were life.

There were a few things she knew about Will Trent. He was tall, at least six-three, with a runner's lean body and the most beautiful legs she had ever seen on a man. His mother had been killed when he was less than a year old. He'd grown up in a children's home and never been adopted. He was a special agent with the GBI. He was one of the smartest men she had ever met, and he was so dyslexic that, as far as she could tell, he read no higher than a second-grade level.