104 Quotes About Childhood-memories

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.

Dad held Mama as if she were made of glass. So careful, so concerned for her well-being. It filled Leni with an impotent rage.And then she'd get a glimpse of him with tears in his eyes and the rage would turn soft and slide into something like forgiveness. She didn't know how to corral or change either of these emotions; her love for him was all tangled up in hate. Right now she felt both emotions crowding in on her, each jostling for the lead.

A child’s earliest memories derive from pain, pleasure, or bewilderment.

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.

...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...

Does childhood really happen? Do we imagine it? Everyone remembers something else....

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 and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

Eğer başka çocuklar da anlaşılmamaktan, yanlış anlaşılmaktan, benim çocukken korktuğum kadar korkuyorlarsa (ki olasıdır, çünkü çocukluğumda bir hilkat garibesi olduğumu hiç sanmıyorum) bu korku birçok suskunluk ve yalanların anahtarıdır.