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Childhood was a fantastic country to live in.
Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can't get out of it on your own.
Childhood is not a state which only applies to the first phase of our lives in the biological sense. Rather it is a basic condition which is always appropriate to a life that is lived aright.
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.
Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.
You'd be surprised how many childhoods each of us has.
How do our experiences in childhood make us the adults we become? It is one of the great human questions, the theme of countless novels, biographies, and memoirs;
Childhood isn't just those years. It's also the opinions you form about them afterward. That's why our childhoods are so long.
The heart of childhood, from seven to eleven, is the critical period for bonding with the earth.
Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life ... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.
There are some of us who in after years say to Fate, 'Now deal us your hardest blow, give us what you will; but let us never again suffer as we suffered when we were children.' The barb in the arrow of childhood's suffering is this: its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.
Childhood is not merely basic training for utilitarian adulthood. It should have some claims upon our mercy, not for its future value to the economic interests of competitive societies but for its present value as a perishable piece of life itself.
The intimation never wholly deserts us that there is, in the unformed activities of childhood and youth, the possibilities of a better life for the community as well as for individuals here and there. This dim sense is the ground of our abiding idealization of childhood.
A life of leisure destroys a child. When
Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.
The seeds sown in childhood put down deep roots. At
Childhood is the best period of life...
I didn't have a childhood, really, because I worked my whole life and ... other reasons. So when I had some success, I went ballistic. That was my childhood, and the party kept going on.
Childhood constitutes the most important element in an adult's life, for it is in his early years that a man is made.
Childhood, at its best, is a perpetual adventure, in the truest sense of that overtaxed word: a setting forth into trackless lands that might have come to existence the instant before you first laid eyes on them.
I don't want to go all Michael Jackson on you, but I never really had a childhood.
Childhood is the sleep of reason.
Childhood is messy and beautiful.
The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry.
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
Children: a torment and nothing more.
Everything else you grow out of, but you never recover from childhood.
Childhood is a fundamental part of all human lives, parents or not, since that's how we all start out. And yet babies and young children are so mysterious and puzzling and even paradoxical.
I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
Childhood is the barrel they give you/to go over the falls in.
It is a melancholy fact that childhood, so short when compared with the average span of life, should exert such a strong and permanent influence on character that no amount of self-training afterwards can ever completely counter it.
What was childhood if not a passage from light to dark, of the soul's slow drowning in an ocean of ordinary matter? During
The fragile and ancient hurt that seeps out of adults when they speak
of wronged childhoods.
The fantasy of childhood, amazing optimism .
The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled.
I never had any childhood, for the word means sunshine and freedom from care. I had a starved and pinched little childhood, as far as love and merriment go.
Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.
My childhood grew thin and flat, paperlike. It was tired and threadbare, and in low moments it didn't look like it would last until I was grown up.
If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.
Our lives are determined less by our childhood than by the traumatic way we have learned to remember our childhoods.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
The landscape of one's childhood was more vibrant than any other. It didn't matter where it was or what it looked like, the sights and sounds imprinted differently. They became part of a person, inescapable.
Childhood is a slum and they love it.
That great Cathedral space which was childhood.
Experience, particularly in childhood, sculpts the brain. The
Sometimes, when one goes back to the scene of one's childhood, things seem smaller. What was mysterious and the sole province of adults suddenly seems commonplace and mundane when viewed with mature eyes.
Childhood was terrifying for me. A kid has no control. You're three feet tall, flat broke, unemployed, and illiterate. Terror snaps you awake. You pay keen attention. People can just pick you up and move you and put you down.
Childhood, who like an April morn appears,
Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.
Childhood
even a sad childhood
eventually becomes a place we think we've dreamed or stumbled across and want to find again, but never can.
we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives
I always think of childhood as the inarticulate moment, and you have your little camera. You were filming it, recording it, you just didn't know how to speak it.
I really didn't have any childhood. When you don't know where you are going to sleep for the night.. or find food.. you can't think with the mind of a child. You have to think with the mind of a man.
Old age is the new childhood.
When will we learn that childhood is in a great sense not simply a preparation for adult life but a thing unique and complete in itself - a masterpiece of God.
Childhood may do without a grand purpose, but manhood cannot.
Somewhere slightly before or after the close of our second decade, we reach a momentous milestone
childhood's end. We have left asafe place and can't go home again. We have moved into a world where life isn't fair, where life is rarely what it should be.
A return to Childhood will rid the Evils of Adulthood
The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.
My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad. Society resents that.
Who was it who said childhood was a thing that ruined everyone's life? Why was it, I wondered, that the human species spent their entire lives trying to figure themselves out?
Children surviving childhood is my obsessive theme and my life's concern,
I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.
Childhood feels so permanent,
The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult.
In our family, you don't get a childhood. We're too busy trying to dominate the world.
Childhood is the purest state. The pure of heart never leave it behind. Their life merely takes them on a cirtuitous route away from, and then back to it.
We are all motivated far more than we care to admit by characteristics inherited from our ancestors which individual experiences of childhood can modify, repress, or enhance, but cannot erase.
Childhood's over the moment you know you're going to die.
The stories of childhood leave an indelible impression, and their author always has a niche in the temple of memory from which the image is never cast out to be thrown on the rubbish heap of things that are outgrown and outlived.
Childhood, after all, is not an ending, but rather a state full of potent curiosity.
I had always shown childhood as something difficult, something you want to get the hell out of, but now I wanted to do a story that was the opposite, about that moment in time when you're in that world of discovery, doing what you want to do. That fleeting moment when you're in your zone.
Childhood was the germ of all mistrust. You were cruelly joked upon and then you cruelly joked. You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.
An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.
Children's lives are fiendishly hard. Adults, having survived childhood, turn their minds to the future, and if they have a choice, generally retain only the rosiest of childhood memories.
At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.
Childhoods shine through adult skin, helpfully or not.
Childhood is what ended me up in the hospital and teetering on the edge of deathly alcoholism. It was really good for me to accept it. To accept all the embarrassment and the shame so I don't feel like I used to.
To have a childhood means to live a thousand lives before the one.
The foundation of youth [for me] ... lots of water, lots of laughter, lots of sex.
I believe that the experience of childhood is irretrievable. All that remains, for any of us, is a headful of brilliant frozen moments, already dangerously distorted by the wisdoms of maturity.
The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us
not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.
Childhood is the province of the imagination and when I immerse myself in it, I re-create it as it was, as it could have been, as I wanted - and didn't want - it to be.
I didn't have a childhood.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
Childhood and youth are ends in themselves, not stages.
All over America, the membrane between adulthood and childhood had been eroding, the fantastic and and the personal melding into one, adult worries receding into a pink childhood haze.
The protected place in space and time that we once called childhood has grown shorter.
The foundations of your childhood, they stay with you.
The hurts of childhood that must be avenged: so small and so huge.
As a child is indulged or checked in its early follies, a ground is generally laid for the happiness or misery of the future man.
Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.
Childhood, after all, is the first precious coin that poverty steals from a child.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
Childhood has its own way of seeing, thinking, and feeling, and nothing is more foolish than to try to substitute ours for theirs.
Childhood is frequently a solemn business for those inside it.