Best Childhood Quotes

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.

The stories we hear in our childhood are the ones we remember all our lives.

All human stories are migration stories because everyone is a refugee from their own childhood.

We should not moor a ship with one anchor, or our life with one hope.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Turbulent childhood, adolescent daydreams in the drone of the bus’s motor, mornings, unspoiled girls, beaches, young muscles always at the peak of their effort, evening’s slight anxiety in a sixteen-year-old-heart, lust for life, fame, and ever the same sky through the years, unfailing in strength and light, itself insatiable, consuming one by one over a period of months the victims stretched out in the form of crosses on the beach at the deathlike hour of noon.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play.

Love is the supreme form of communication. In the hierarchy of needs, love stands as the supreme developing agent of the humanity of the person. As such, the teaching of love should be the central core of all early childhood curriculum with all other subjects growing naturally out of such teaching.

Show how you can get me back my childhood. Do not keep reminding me of my past otherwise

I had a hard childhood. Hard for my parents. Not that bad for me.

To hope does not mean to know the future, but rather to be open, in an attitude of spiritual childhood, to accepting it as a gift.

From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

Obviously because of my personal connection to Mandela and having had his story as part of my childhood, I knew how awesome he was.

What kind of thoughts make you feel good? Thoughts of love, appreciation, gratitude, joyful childhood experiences? Thoughts in which you rejoice that you’re alive and bless your body with love? Do you truly enjoy this present moment and get excited about tomorrow? Thinking these kinds of thoughts is an act of loving yourself, and loving yourself creates miracles in your life.

Childhood has been idealised as a lost garden paradise to which we can never return. We are excluded from this world of carelessness, innocence and unity. But the imaginary kingdom is nothing more than a projection of adult ideas and concerns onto the image, an expression of our own yearnings. By photographing children alone, divorced from any social setting, I allow them to exist on their own…I am exploring the equivocal connection between self and world.

None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, some remnant of it, some intangible evil or lovely thing or both, will remain with us, like the odor to a flower, or the smoothness to a piece of ivory. It is part of the immortality of youth.

You have to keep being curious. The notion that the present is different than the past, and the future will be different than the present, and the present is past, as we say it. I think I, by nature, am an optimist. Maybe I was driven to escape from my childhood and to be something, create my own world or career the way I wanted it to be. And I keep doing that in very interesting ways.

My childhood taught me nothing… zero.

Adolescence is the conjugator of childhood and adulthood.

Simple old-fashioned values that come from a sense of community are the key to a great society. I believe we all have that sense from childhood memories, when life was simple. It’s those memories that should drive us to reflect on our values.

I used to anticipate my childhood birthday parties as if each were an annual coronation. Like most kids, I loved sitting at the head of the table with a crown on my head.

And where, on earth, dwell hope and truth? In childhood’s uncorrupted heart; Alas! too soon to guileless youth The world doth its dark code impart!

Smell can conjure up memories for me stronger than any other sense. Especially childhood memories. Perhaps because you were that much shorter and therefore closer to the ground and its smells.

We humans undergo two major growth spurts: one during infancy and another from eleven to twelve until fifteen or sixteen–pubescence. Between the two is a relatively quiescent growth period in which most of the body takes a rest from growing while the brain continues to mature. This period of life is general referred to as childhood or, sometimes, latency.

Certainly, young children can begin to practice making letters and numbers and solving problems, but this should be done without workbooks. Young children need to learn initiative, autonomy, industry, and competence before they learn that answers can be right or wrong.

Learning to read and write makes little sense if you don’t understand what you’re reading and writing about. While we may have forgotten, most of our early learning came not from being explicitly taught but from experiencing. Kids aren’t born knowing hard and soft, sweet and sour, red and green. When the child experiences those things, s/he transforms them into psychological understandings. When kids play with other kids, they learn about others and about themselves. Learning the basics of our physical and social reality is what early childhood is all about.

If you’re lucky enough to fall in love, that’s one thing. Otherwise all that was ever truly beautiful to me was boyhood. It’s the meal we sup on for the rest of our lives. Love puts the icing on life. But if you don’t find it…you must call on your childhood memories over and over till you do.

Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment.

We see these adolescents mourning for a lost childhood.

Whole great chunks of written history are of little value to the psychohistorian, while other vast areas which have been much neglected by historians – childhood history, content analysis of historical imagery, and so on – suddenly expand from the periphery to the center of the psychohistorian’s conceptual world, simply because his or her own new questions require material nowhere to be found in history books.

I see my parents as tiny children who need love. I have compassion for my parents’ childhoods. I now know that I chose them because they were perfect for what I had to learn. I forgive them and set them free, and I set myself free.

Childhood is a complex dialectical process characterized by periodicity, unevenness in the development of different functions, metamorphosis or qualitative transformation of one form into another, intertwining of external and internal factors, and adaptive processes which overcome impediments that the child encounters.

Listen, everything I did in my childhood was competitive. Everything we did my dad made it into a game to win. We used to drive my mum nuts.

Did you know that childhood is the only time in our lives when insanity is not only permitted to us, but expected?