Quotes About Childhood

Old age lives minutes slowly, hours quickly; childhood chews hours and swallows minutes.

I think we're all a little afraid of the dark. If you lived in the country, as I did, there's nothing quite like country dark, which was really black. And as a child, your imagination runs wild.

Maman chérie dont je n'imagine pas, dans mon paradis enfantin, qu'on puisse un jour me séparer.

Life was so simple for them. Their biggest worry was what they'd get for their birthdays. Their biggest grumble was the time they had to go to bed. Maybe things would be different for them … Better. Meggie forced herself to believe that things would be better for the children, otherwise what was the point of it all?

Losing baby teeth were a part and parcel of one's life — a symbol of growing up, and it is the tooth-fairy that makes this otherwise dreaded and painful process an exciting one — something to look forward to.

Porquinho-da-Índia Quando eu tinha seis anos Ganhei um porquinho-da-índia. Que dor de coração me dava Porque o bichinho só queria estar debaixo do fogão! Levava ele prá sala Pra os lugares mais bonitos mais limpinhos Ele não gostava: Queria era estar debaixo do fogão. Não fazia caso nenhum das minhas ternurinhas . . . — O meu porquinho-da-índia foi minha primeira namorada.

Você é a coisa mais bonita que eu vi até hoje na minha vida, inclusive o porquinho-da-índia que me deram quando eu tinha seis anos.

Una mañana mi madre me dio un pedazo de pan que parecía recién hecho o quizá lo imagino recién hecho y un puñado de aceitunas negras, muy sabrosas, de esas aceitunas arrugadas que se llaman de Aragón. Recuerdo aquellos sabores, la alegría de mi libertad en la calle. La mirada protectora de mi madre. Si pudiera volver a aquella mañana.

Durante la infancia yo confundía estos parajes terrenales con los pliegues de mi propio cerebro y desde aquellos días de inocencia no me ha abandonado la idea de que la vida de los hombres no es sino un nudo de aromas que se va deshaciendo ante la muerte.

I'll really miss you at Camp Meadowcroak this year, Arthur," Buster said. "I wish I didn't have to go on vacation with my family," said Arthur. "There'll be nothing to do and no one to do it with." "You'll have D.W.," Buster said, smiling. "For a whole week." "Don't remind me," said Arthur.

Dear Mom and Dad, I desided not to wait for you to come and get me. I think I can remember how to get home. Love, Arthur.

La solitude rend impatient, c'est l'impatience qui tue l'enfance.

you can blame everything on your childhood, hold your parents accountable for every little problem you encounter and all the trials and tribulations of your life, blame them for your weaknesses and fears, but in the end, you are solely responsible for all that you are, and the choice of what you will become.

En el largo periplo que te espera, no pierdas nunca tu alma de niño, no olvides nunca tus sueños; serán el motor de tu existencia, formarán el sabor y el olor de tus mañanas.

croyais que l'on aimait adulte comme on avait été aimé enfant, je me trompais, le véritable amour consiste à donner ce dont on a manqué, sans retenue ni crainte

C'est l'impatience qui tue l'enfance.

l'enfance a ses vertus. Elle nous sert à construire les fondations de nos rêves et de nos vies. C'est dans cette mémoire que tu viendras puiser tes forces, fouiller tes colères, entretenir tes passions, et bien souvent repousser les frontières de tes peurs, et de tes limites.

Un amor de infancia es algo sagrado, nada ni nadie te lo puede quitar. Queda para siempre, arraigado en lo más profundo de ti mismo. Basta que un recuerdo lo libere para que emerja a la superficie aunque tenga las alas rotas.

After several weeks of smooth sleeping, instead of giving the child the treats immediately, they can be placed in a "treat bowl" to be given to the child after dinner. This delayed gratification helps the child to substitute heightened self-esteem for the treats. Later, forget the reward but continue with the hugs, kisses, and praise.

Self-quieting skills refer to a child's ability to calm himself or herself, with no help from an adult, when the child is unhappy, angry, or frustrated.

The completely opposite scenario occurs when one parent, usually the father, demands that the other parent, usually the mother, keep their child up late so that he can play with him or her. Not only does the child suffer, but it is the mother who is the unappreciated victim, because she is trying to maintain marital harmony and trying to keep her child well rested—and she can't do both. Obviously this is not simply a child's sleep problem but a family problem.

Je suis né dans la ville d'Aubagne, sous le Garlaban couronné de chèvres, au temps des derniers chevriers.

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favorite book.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.