Quotes About Childhood

I don't have that kind of confidence. My voice is loud and piercing, and I project like I was once told by a doctor during a childhood illness that I would never speak again.

One time after the adoption papers came through I was fooling around with a water pistol and, in a childish bid for attention, sprayed her. She came after me and said, "If you were my real child I'd give you a good spanking." It was like a slap in the face. I thought I was her child.

No. No. No. This ruins a child. Firmness, consistency, and patience are vital. However when it comes to a child's curiosity, individuality, or initiative there should never be any discouragement.

and chicken bones for fossilized remains. A lifetime later I am building a world inside my head: I run down narrow staircases, dark halls and passageways, chased by the fear of forgetting. Inside a room is a diorama from deep time, when dinosaurs ruled the earth. In 1969, the year our mother's younger cousin, Philip, shipped out for Vietnam, and our father stopped sending us child support, I turned ten years

I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.

Food seemed impossibly strange. Children thought I was a child and tried to play with me, but I could neither play nor work, I could only wonder why. Why do people live at all.

I got stuck up a tree when I was about seven, and my dad had to come and get the ladder to get me down. I loved to climb all the way up to the top. I must have been a koala in my past life.

Yeah, my dad bought me a guitar when I was like 10, and I didn't really want it then.

Por aquel entonces, las habitaciones eran grandes como naves y en su interior daban vueltas dos personas gigantes que, no se sabe por qué, se ocupaban de mí: mi madre y mi padre.

Cuando era pequeño cazaba mariposas, atrapaba un podalirio o un zapatero e insertaba en su cuerpo vermicular un alfiler, tal y como había visto hacer. Clavaba el alfiler en un corcho y observaba cómo seguían aleteando durante varias horas, cómo se aferraban con sus seis patas filiformes al corcho poroso. Con esa misma crueldad y placer te clavaría en estas páginas.

When I was little, I used to work with my dad on the engine of his car. Mostly this was a matter of me handing him wrenches.

Butterflies add another dimension to the garden, for they are like dream flowers - childhood dreams - which have broken loose from their stalks and escaped into the sunshine.

I basically started playing violin at the age of six. That lasted about three years because my previous teacher died and the second teacher didn't really know how to successfully get me going.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

I had no fun. My family was too serious.

As a child who grew up in a grassy field, enjoying little formal education, I know virtually nothing about literary theories and have had to rely solely upon my own experiences and intuitive understanding of the world to write.

I have nothing but admiration for myself as a youngster; I was a force to be reckoned with then, a much finer specimen than I am now. As kids, we had little meat on our bones; we were sticklike figures with big rounded bellies, the skin stretched so taut it was nearly transparent — you could just about see our intestines twist and coil on the other side. Our necks were so long and thin it was a miracle they could support our heavy heads.

La nonna gli diede uno strattone e gli fece segno di inginocchiarsi. Obbedì, ma nel toccare l'erba che cresceva rigogliosa nella fossa sentì che i fili appuntiti gli pungevano il mento, turbando la serenità del suo animo. Provò freddo alle spalle, come se innumerevoli occhi di bambini morti gli stessero fissando la schiena. Udì innumerevoli bambini correre, scalciare e ridere.

Run On" started with an ostinato piano part, and I passed the exit for the Holiday Inn where Robert Downey Jr. and his family had lived when they were moving out of Darien. Robert Downey Jr. had been my best friend in third grade. We'd bonded because we were both neurotic eight-year-olds, and his parents and my mom were the only adults in Darien who smoked pot.

There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.

We are all refugees from our childhoods. And so we turn, among other things, to stories. To write a story, to read a story, is to be a refugee from the state of refugees. Writers and readers seek a solution to the problem that time passes, that those who have gone are gone and those who will go, which is to say every one of us, will go. For there was a moment when anything was possible. And there will be a moment when nothing is possible. But in between we can create.

When we were children the food in the nursery was quite poisonously disgusting. None of the fruit juice and vitamins of today for us – oranges only at Christmastime and porridge every morning, variable porridge slung together by the kitchen maid, followed by white bread and butter and Golden Syrup. Boiled eggs were for Sundays and sausages for birthdays.

The nursery maid is pouring paraffin on a sulky nursery fire.

Tevis being childless meant you felt a little sorry for her, and a bit jealous. Probably the same way she felt about you.