1,864 Quotes About Childhood
- Author Dave Matthes
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We kissed and pressed up against each other, and I said to her “Ya know, my first kiss I ever had with anyone, it was with a boy, in the back of a school bus at night.” Lotty stopped kissing me for a second. “That’s disgusting,” she said. “What? It’s not like we had much choice in where we did it. Kinda had to sneak around in those days. Get it in when and where we could.” “No, I mean the fact that your first kiss was with a boy.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Boys are gross.
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- Author Ricky Maye
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The past does not define me, it ignites me. The past is not a piece of me, it has placed me
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- Author D.W. Winnicott
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It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.
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- Author Beverly Engel
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Even though no one else can give you what you missed as a child, this doesn't mean you are doomed to never receive it. There is one person who can give you what you missed on- what you so desperately need and desire. That person is you.
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- Author Anne Rice
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I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.
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- Author Amit Kalantri
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The absence of a past or very limited past is the secret of happiness for a child.
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- Author L.R.Knost
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It is time for a return to childhood, to simplicity, to running and climbing and laughing in the sunshine, to experiencing happiness instead of being trained for a lifetime of pursuing happiness. It is time to let children be children again.
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- Author L.K. Elliott
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I puked rainbows all over my childhood, and it felt so good.
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- Author George Eliot
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We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?
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