#childhood

Childhood smells of perfume and brownies. ↗

— David Leavitt

#perfume #smells

The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, adolescence, and obsolescence. ↗

— Art Linkletter

#childhood #four #infancy #man #obsolescence

I did not compose my work as one might put on a church vestment... rather it sprung from the truly fervent faith of my heart, such as I have felt it since my childhood. ↗

— Franz Liszt

#church #compose #did #faith #felt

Once upon a time she had liked to dance. When she had been about the same age as the little brunette out there who kept lifting her dress up over her head. Now that was living. Just lift your dress if you wanted to get down and don't worry what anyone thought. ↗

— Erin McCarthy

#dance #humor #inspirational #living #age

Well, I was born and raised in the Midwest, in Indiana specifically, and my childhood was full of weekend movies, you know, the Saturday and Sunday popcorn movies. ↗

— Sydney Pollack

#childhood #full #i #i was born #indiana

Every single person in jail for a violent crime had a nightmare childhood. ↗

— Rob Reiner

#crime #every #had #jail #nightmare

See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God's sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves. ↗

— Robert R. McCammon

#age

...you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood... ↗

— John Geddes

#love

Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the jungle in the form of a bird so she would not be too frightened or lonely. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love #sad #love

That made her pause, almost made her want to laugh. She pushed her hair from her face. "God, we're fucked up, aren't we?" His tight features loosened a little. "Yeah, I've been trying to get over it most of my life. I guess I'd had myself talked into thinking I had." "Me, too. I'm sorry," she told him, her shoulders relaxing. "I didn't need to get so pissed off." He cracked a grin, "You did, though, didn't you? I kind of liked seeing you like that. All that fire. ↗

— Eve Berlin

#childhood-memories #love