#childhood

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

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale... ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#christmas #holiday #holidays #nutcracker #nuts

اللهم قنى شر الحرص و الحذر و الحيطة,و أحينى طفلاً شجاعاً و أمتنى طفلاً شجاعاً.اللهم إنى لا أريد أن أكون محنكاً أبداً. أريد لقلبى أن ينفجر و هو يقول ما فيه,و لا أريده أن يموت مطوياً على سره. هذه حياتى و لست أملك حياة غيرها. ↗

— مصطفى محمود

#children #humanity #life #life

Childhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it. ↗

— Heather O'Neill

#sad #life

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#childhood #life

I know,” said Peter. “Perhaps better than anyone. But you can’t stay a child forever. To choose to speak into Echo’s Well is to choose illusion. To choose to avoid the responsibilities of being an adult. The real trick—the real choice—is to keep the best of the child you were, without forgetting when you grow up. “It is the best of both worlds, Jack. Being a child is to believe in magic everywhere… “…but even Peter Pan had to grow up one day. ↗

— James A. Owen

#childhood #inspirational #jack #life #peter-pan

It will be the kiss by which all others in your life will be judged... and found wanting. ↗

— Anthony Hopkins

#life #love #life

Sometimes Midas suspected that life was a film with subliminal messages. Things would move along with an acceptable degree of predictability, then be punctuated by some horrible childhood memory. ↗

— Ali Shaw

#life #memory #life

There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how it lay holding silence. Its poise and its stillness were unendurable, like the ring of the silence you hear in your skull when you're little and notice you're living the ring which resumes later in life when you're sick. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#land #life #matter #silence #life

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#laughter #love #oblivious #love