That wish to enter into an elusive element which had urged Cosimo into the trees, was still working now inside him unsatisfied, making him long for a more intimate link, a relationship which would bind...

Whatever we know as children, this is the world, eaten whole and without question.

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.

So basically, you get to play Super Mario all you want, any time you want, for FREE!””That is the single most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.

The day of birth is day of life.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn’t want.

My childhood was absolutely delightful.

It’s sort of my go-to stock image of my childhood, actually. I think it has something to do with knowing I’ll never be able to go back to that time that makes me cry every...

Then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent verge of sleep – but an intruder came, now, that would not “down”. It was conscience. They began to feel a vague fear that they...

He was thirteen that year, the age when children splinter off and abandon the old loves.

…because you are not trying simply to complete a set of books or toys or Weetabix cards, you are trying to complete yourself, to get back to the whole person you were before, as a...

To My MotherYou too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.

We can’t leave the past in the past because, the past is who we are. It’s like saying I wish I could forget English. So, there is no leaving the past in the past. It...

Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby’s body. Only he wasn’t a baby anymore, and how often did...

What is so real as the cry of a child?A rabbit’s cry may be wilderBut it has no soul.

We spend at least $5 for remedial education right now for every dollar we put in early childhood education. All the studies on early childhood education show this is going to pay for itself.

If he could only prevent himself growing up! He did not want to be a man.

My whole life is out here-the whole of my life…I’d come here naked, as a boy-straight from that river out there-throw my clothes on the floor and climb into that loft and lie there dreaming...

Imagine, pretend, and play so you can become anyone you want to be. You don’t need to be afraid.

Adults were constantly auditioning, but for what?

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

…it saddens me that she has to grow up and make friends with humans. I hear the future coming for her. Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Awakening your spiritual self is like having a second childhood with faulty parents, broken bones and proverbial brussel sprouts.

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

[Health officials consider this approach to be a novel way to combat the growing problem of childhood obesity.] It is a bus where the students walk and the adults supervise, … Instead of driving, they...

I had a happy childhood: extremely outdoorsy and independent.

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn’t...

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you...

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes...

No matter where you came from, there was something, someone out in the world or under the bed that frightened you as a child. The dark shapes that lurked on the edge of the world,...

What parent can give to their children is the gift of daily prayer.

It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition. War reminded me of the sharp and bittersweet smell of burning homes, temples, and palaces. It made my...

When I look back on my childhood, my earliest memories seem like artifacts from a long-lost civilization: half-understood fragments behind museum glass.

Benar. Kita tak pernah lagi menjumpai kebahagiaan yang setara dengan kebahagiaan masa kanak-kanak kita.” Pablo mengangguk sedih.

Children are often like hostages under the care of authority, with spankings and groundings nudging them like guns pointed at their skulls, threatening to shoot if the wrong words are uttered.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where...

I do to miss my childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in simple things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not away from...

You can’t choose your childhood, it’s just what happens to you. But after that you choose. And that’s really what (makes you).

As his children, we were treated as some species of migrant workers who happened to be passing through. My father was the only person I ever knew who looked upon childhood as a dishonorable vocation...

The dilemma of the eighth-grade dance is that boys and girls use music in different ways. Girls enjoy music they can dance to, music with strong vocals and catchy melodies. Boys, on the other hand,...

That I always had space to run and that I had the opportunity to play with my imagination. I also loved that my mum drew and painted with me. I always remember that my parents...

You know, as an only child, you’re kind of in a bubble, and there are all sorts of things about my childhood that I still can’t really place.

In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

My childhood was extreme.

One great advantage of the Early Childhood programs is the early detection of learning disabilities. [It’s] definitely a good service, but we need help.

I consider myself to have been formed by a lot of the locutions and aesthetics and principles of the Muslim way of life, and those are an important part of my childhood and my identity.

Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on birds that he’d had three months to write, which was due the next...