Quotes About Childhood

?sa-Mesih'i her zaman be?enirim: küçük çocuklar?n futbolcular? be?enmesi gibi. Adam?md?r. Ortaokulu birlikte okusayd?k, bana çok yarar? dokunurdu o y?llarda.

Sende çocukça bir büyüklük var

?ki ya??nda geçirdi?i s?tman?n etkisiyle h?zl? ko?amad??? için saklambaç oyunlar?nda s?k s?k ebe olmaktan kurtulamad?. Bu ebeyle onu dünyaya getiren ebe aras?ndaki ili?kiyi bir türlü bulamad?.

He led the way past the main house away from the slave cabins and other buildings, away from the small slave children who chased each other and shouted and didn't understand yet that they were slaves.

Reading these tales is like looking at a photograph of a child whom you only knew as an adult. In her eyes you can see the woman that you came to know much later—a face, not yet fully formed, that contains the promise of something that is now a part of you: the welcomed surprise of recognition in innocent eyes.

The powerful imaginative impulse that produced Kindred had its first test runs in the escapist fantasies of a child who needed to find or invent alternative realties. By temperament and by virtue of her strict Baptist upbringing, Butler was reclusive; imaginary worlds solaced her against the pinched rewards of the actual world, and books took the place of friends.

It was no news to me that other people's fathers could be monsters.

questions more readily than an adult. I looked at him. He looked back, curious and unafraid. He was not Rufus. I could see

She's neglected and lonely, and like any little kid left on her own too much, she finds ways to amuse herself.

The Preacher, the Politicain, the Teacher, Were each of them once a kiddie. A child, indeed, is a wonderful creature. Do I want one? God Forbiddie!

I still look back with pleasure on the first scenes of my life, though that pleasure has been for the most part mingled with sorrow.

One for sorrow, two for joy. So they said when I was a child, but there were fewer Magpies then.

But children aren't people. Children become people when they wriggle out of your arms and say "no.

We speak of grown-ups being "tall," but a child is "long.

She passed through her childhood blindfolded, picking her way cautiously along, sensitive fingertips stretched out before her to avoid sharp corners and unyielding walls, clinging close to the protection of solitude and isolation.

How we react to our friends as well as who we pick as a lover, our abilities and interests at work, in fact almost everything about our psychology as an adult is continually reflecting our childhood in our day-to-day, moment-by-moment experience.

Maddiyata düÅŸkün olanlar duygusal olarak daha güvensiz, daha düzeysiz kiÅŸisel iliÅŸkilere sahip, daha içtenliksiz, özerklik duygusu daha eksik, kendine güveni daha düÅŸük kimselerdir. Çocuk iseler, kendilerini baÅŸar?lar?na baÄŸl? olarak seven, onlar? maddiyatç? yetiÅŸtiren ana-babalar? vard?r.

Skipping gives the adult a well-deserved break and lets the inner child be in charge for a while.

Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along?the same person that I am today.

I knew all about the importance of dressmakers, because I'd spent my childhood with a woman permanently torn between the necessity of possessing beautiful clothes and the difficulty of paying for them.

As a child I had absolutely no notion of what others, even members of my own family, might be suffering or what they were thinking. I was aware only of my own unspeakable fears and embarrassments. Before anyone realized it, I had become an accomplished clown, a child who never spoke a single truthful word.

The first, a childhood photograph you might call it, shows him about the age of ten, a small boy surrounded by a great many women (his sisters and cousins, no doubt). He stands in brightly checked trousers by the edge of a garden pond.

I don't understand the world." "I don't either. I wonder if anyone does. We all remain children, no matter how much time goes by. We don't understand anything.

Desde pequeño, ni siquiera tenía la menor idea de los sufrimientos de mi propia familia o de lo que pensaba. Sólo estaba bien al corriente de mis propios miedos y malestares. En algún momento, me convertí en un niño que nunca podía decir la verdad.