#child

[C]hildren were a much more difficult audience than adults because no on had yet had a chance to teach them that it was better to be polite than honest. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#humor #life-lessons #life

Life - with or without softener- is hard ↗

— Kate Papas

#divorce #greece #humor #international #marriage

A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#motherhood #life

(...) Στις παλαιότερες παιδικές αναμνήσεις μπορούμε να βρούμε, φυσικά συχνά πολύ καλά καλυμένο, τον τρόπο ζωής του ατόμου. ↗

— Άλφρεντ Άντλερ

#memories #psychology #way-of-life #life

Lena felt like a child. Worse than a child and less valuable. She felt like a mouse. No, smaller than a mouse and less alive. Her life seemed so small and crumpled you could shoot it through a straw like a spitball. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#life #mouse #valuable #life

If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well. Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell My guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay. Prob'ly shrink and slink away, It mightn't've ended well. What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well. From August to May For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris. I might've called the shanties. From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay Taught, over rhythm unbroken. But, oh, there's a schism unspoken, a mighty calling of the lee. An absentminded Pirate, unaccustomed to the sea; To the land, a traitor. I think it mightn't've ended well. What might've worked for me? What might've ended well? Soldier, to bloody sally forth through hell? Teacher of glorious stories to tell? Man of gold, or stores to sell? Lover to a gentle belle? Maybe a camel; A seashell. What mightn't've been a life where it mightn't've ended well? ↗

— Dylan Thomas McCall

#choices #choices-and-consequences #doubting #fate #life

We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower, Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven. ↗

— R.S. Thomas

#play #poetry #life

These boys have no idea what a child’s play is, childhood is an endangered and fleeting phase of life for everyone around here.” –Christian Ezora. ↗

— Ray Anyasi

#life

Chronic trauma (according to the meaning I propose) that occurs early in life has profound effects on personality development and can lead to the development of dissociative identity disorder (DID), other dissociative disorders personality disorders, psychotic thinking, and a host of symptoms such as anxiety, depression, eating disorders, and substance abuse. In my view, DID is simply an extreme version of the dissociative structure of the psyche that characterizes us all. ↗

— Elizabeth F. Howell

#child-abuse #chronic-trauma #depression #development #dissociation

In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we will allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves the same way. ↗

— Michael Jackson

#innocence #love