Childhood Memories Quotes
Childhood Memories Quote of the day
What I have got from my childhood aren't toys, but memories. And happy memories are better than any toy.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
My childhood memories reside somewhere in my subconscious part of my brain. Somehow I feel that my subconscious part creates far more interesting things than my conscious part can ever dream of.
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.
A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.
Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.
These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
Every childhood has its talismans, the sacred objects that look innocuous enough to the outside world, but that trigger an onslaught of vivid memories when the grown child confronts them.
I don't really have any childhood memories of my dad, unfortunately, .. I was 10 years old when he passed, so my memories are kind of skewed. I don't have many memories of my childhood, period.
Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues.
My earliest memory from childhood is of fishing with my father. And I remember vividly we were in a store, and we were buying a pup tent to go on our first camping trip.
My earliest childhood memory is watching the sunlight through a jar of amber full of wasps.
When Uncle W. G. held out his hand to take my money, I dropped the dead mouse in his hand.
My childhood memories are amazing I had freedom in every way - but I see everything from a different perspective now that I live outside.
The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.
It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores
Either I can go back to my childhood or my childhood can come forth to me. This is what I'm desperately wishes...
My world was very limited in size and experience. Small things took on extra importance, at least to a child.
And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!
Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.
Does childhood really happen? Do we imagine it? Everyone remembers something else....
People ask me where I got my x-ray powers. I inherited them from my parents in parental supervision. Erase the dots and your doubts if you think that I was 'raysed' alone.
Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.
Never stop screaming, playing and laughing, it's part of our childhood wich will always be with us.
By the time we began to understand enough about what the world to ask the right questions, our visit is over, and someone else is visiting, asking the same questions.
...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God."Aristotle
Sometimes I return back to the state of mind I had as a child when I believed nothing was impossible.
It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...