#childhood

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?... It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, A neighborly day for a beauty. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?... I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you. So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together we might as well say: Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please, Won't you please? Please won't you be my neighbor? ↗

— Fred Rogers

#inspirational #love #mister-rogers-neighborhood #television #beauty

I'm a songwriter who's put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs. ↗

— Paula Cole

#childhood #childhood memories #i #into #memories

I think there is a sense of last things in my work that probably comes from a Catholic childhood. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#childhood #comes #i #i think #last

I laugh when I see people in pain. Sometimes I think it is a defense mechanism from childhood, where you're in so much pain you have to laugh. It is a survival mechanism. ↗

— Andy Dick

#defense #defense mechanism #i #i see #i think

We have common enemies today. It's called childhood poverty. It's called cancer. It's called AIDS. It's called Parkinson's. It's called Muscular Dystrophy. ↗

— Jerry Doyle

#called #cancer #childhood #common #muscular

It was a small provincial place with great people and I had a happy childhood growing up in Queens. ↗

— Fran Drescher

#great #great people #growing #growing up #had

It really was hand-to-mouth and you can say, 'Poor little me, how dreadful, what a deprived childhood', but I didn't feel that way at all. It's all about the attitude at home. ↗

— Carol Vorderman

#attitude #childhood #deprived #dreadful #feel

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#family

On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down. ↗

— Alan Hollinghurst

#children #funny

The imagination is precious. Don't lose it. Don't lose the child in you. ↗

— Marilyn Manson Brian Hugh Warner

#childhood #imagination #marilyn-manson #imagination