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#childhood

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #childhood




I'm sure I had low-level scurvy all of my childhood. ↗


— Aisha Tyler


#had #i #low-level #sure

Sure, my childhood was unusual. All these eccentric, wild people frequented our home: rock stars, drag queens, models, bikers, freaks. But I was not this little rich girl. My mom and I lived in an apartment. ↗


— Liv Tyler


#childhood #drag #eccentric #freaks #girl

Coming from a barely clothed childhood as a swimmer makes me really comfortable with my body. ↗


— Estella Warren


#body #childhood #clothed #comfortable #coming

We all have a childhood dream that when there is love, everything goes like silk, but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise. ↗


— Raquel Welch


#childhood dream #compromise #dream #everything #goes

I spent a lot of my childhood not fitting in, in a lot of different ways. ↗


— Wil Wheaton


#different #different ways #fitting #fitting in #i

Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld. ↗


— Henry Williamson


#birds #childhood #devon #everywhere #eyes

My happiest memory of childhood was my first birthday in reform school. This teacher took an interest in me. In fact, he gave me the first birthday presents I ever got: a box of Cracker Jacks and a can of ABC shoe polish. ↗


— Flip Wilson


#birthday #box #childhood #cracker #ever

Alison's grandfather told her,'To err is human, to forgive divine ↗


— Diane Griffith


#famly-secrets #friendships #fun-filled #love #poignant

Childhood reading is so important. ↗


— Kristi Yamaguchi


#important #reading

Father had stretched out his long legs and was tilting back in his chair. Mother sat with her knees crossed, in blue slacks, smoking a Chesterfield. The dessert dishes were still on the table. My sisters were nowhere in evidence. It was a warm evening; the big dining-room windows gave onto blooming rhododendrons. Mother regarded me warmly. She gave me to understand that she was glad I had found what I had been looking for, but that she and father were happy to sit with their coffee, and would not be coming down. She did not say, but I understood at once, that they had their pursuits (coffee?) and I had mine. She did not say, but I began to understand then, that you do what you do out of your private passion for the thing itself. I had essentially been handed my own life. In subsequent years my parents would praise my drawings and poems, and supply me with books, art supplies, and sports equipment, and listen to my troubles and enthusiasms, and supervise my hours, and discuss and inform, but they would not get involved with my detective work, nor hear about my reading, nor inquire about my homework or term papers or exams, nor visit the salamanders I caught, nor listen to me play the piano, nor attend my field hockey games, nor fuss over my insect collection with me, or my poetry collection or stamp collection or rock collection. My days and nights were my own to plan and fill. ↗


— Annie Dillard


#benign-neglect #childhood #curiosity #imagination #parenting






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