Quotes About Childhood

Thomas and his siblings constitute a natural experiment in the effects of such a caring, supervised, value-laden upbringing, compared with a more typical poor, fatherless childhood. It is the difference between freedom and victimhood.

New York Daily News

Children must learn obedience, and parents must exact obedience from them. Love your children, let them know that you love them; but remember that it is no favor to a child to let him do things he should not do. I have seen the results of many surveys and know from personal experience that children want some direction and control in their lives and want to live up to the expectations of those who are responsible for directing their lives.

You could get crickets to pop out of a book as a little, little girl, but now you have to relearn it? Well, children can do so many things until they're told they can't.

Cuando era niño, creía que los padres querían a sus hijos instintivamente. Era lo que me enseñaban en el colegio; y yo acabé creyéndomelo. Pero mis padres parecen reservar todo su amor a mi hermano.

Red is one of my favorite colors, but blue is my first favorite, because when I was 6 years old, I lived with my grandfather in Seattle, me & my grandfather used to sit outside and look up at the blue sky."

Loving a child doesn't mean giving in to all his whims; to love him is to bring out the best in him, to teach him to love what is difficult.

Children were huge, wild creatures full of promise and hope and dirt and mischief.

The scope of it might have driven another man mad; it was to Kaleb's advantage that he'd had his brush with madness as a child and survived. Whether or not he was sane was another question.

His emotional state is irrelevant." Raphael's face was brutal in its repudiation. "It's because of him that you didn't have what you needed to heal as a child.

Sex had ruined her childhood, scarred her so badly that she'd used it as a weapon to hurt herself. For her it was nothing good, nothing that could be allowed into a relationship. Because , he understood at last, this relationship was important .

The 6s, of course, was the worst time in the world to try to bring up a child. They were exposed to all these crazy things going on.

to my room.   Sheriff John Moultrie blew through his teeth and pursed lips, making a sound more akin to a steaming teapot than a whistle. The tune was "On the Road to Alabam'," a melody he'd picked up from watching gangs of gandy dancers as a child; he'd forgotten the words, but the ditty remained part of his grain.

Children] just cannot be sad too long, it is not in them, as children mourn in little bits here and there like patchwork in their lives.

Classic psychoanalytic thinking was that during the so-called latency years of six to ten, sex went to sleep so that other parts of the psyche would grow. Child psychiatrists now think sex is not so much slumbering as it has learned to hide itself more successfully from mother's anxious eyes. Note how many men (..) cite the ages of eight and nine as the time of their first masturbation, fantasy, or sexual sensation.

Annie, today I went outside and in the snow in the courtyard outside my dorm I built a replica of my childhood monster and wished you were with me. My snow monster was pure and white and guiltless, and I looked at it, Annie, and it struck me that it can never turn black and ugly like the monster of my childhood, because what is guiltless about it is what it is, not necessarily what it does. Even if sometimes what it does it bad, or cowardly, or foolish, it itself is okay, not evil.

I was thrilled one year when I was younger when not only did my brothers get hockey sticks for Christmas - but I did too!

Dorothy Allison's Bastard Out of Carolina is a coming-of-age novel about Ruth Ann (Bone) Boatwright and a difficult childhood made even harder by her violent and predatory stepfather.

Cracking India by Bapsi Sidhwa reveals the upheaval of partition through the eyes of a child, "Lame Lenny," a young Parsi girl crippled from polio. Lenny's world is her beloved and beautiful Hindu ayah and her ayah's many Muslim admirers, the cook Imam Din, and the Untouchable gardener.

In Breaking Clean, Judy Blunt looks back on her childhood and early married life in the 1950s and '60s on cattle ranches in northeastern Montana, and explores what it meant to be female in that place and time.

But it was not hatred that drove patients to mute desperation in their childhood, by alienating them from their feelings and their needs. It was such morality with which they were constantly pressured.

To the little girl it wasn't funny. She felt wistful and a bit sad that it had taken so long to be free of being responsible for the happiness of others, free of guilt, and free not to forgive—and free to choose not to even see her mother.

Grandpa pleaded with Grandma, "Stop it Opal! Stop it. Nancy was a wonderful child." Grandma ignored his pleas and said as she left the room, "I'm disgusted with you, and I suppose this is the end of our friendship.

Feeling my anger and sadness were beyond my comprehension. These were skills I didn't learn as a child and didn't even know I lacked.