#childhood

I've been writing an ongoing letter to my children since they were born, full of recollections of their childhoods. I've filled two journals. It's a great thing to do as a mother - you forget a lot as you go along, but reading over what you've written brings all the memories back. ↗

— Tory Burch

#back #been #born #brings #childhoods

As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#psychology #dreams

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#age

They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun. ↗

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#growing-up #age

People gave you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn't want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, "If this was the Middle Ages, you'd be married and you'd own a farm with a million chickens on it." They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could. Marika was beckoning from the other side. ↗

— Heather O'Neill

#loss #age

So the first step out of childhood is made all at once, without looking before or behind, without caution, and nothing held in reserve. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

#childhood #coming-of-age #earthsea #age

…because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#attitude #childhood #invisibility #noticeable #attitude

Sometimes, when you were thinking about something, trying to understand it, it opened up in your head without you expecting it to, like it was a soft spongy light unfolding, and you understood, it made sense forever… ↗

— Roddy Doyle

#coming-of-age #growing-up #paddy-clarke #roddy-doyle #age

The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again. ↗

— Mark Twain

#music

I never drew a picture of anything that was before me but always from fancy, a sure sign of the absence of artistic eyesight; and I illustrated my lack of real feeling for art by a very early speech: 'Mama,' said I, 'I have drawed a man. Shall I draw his soul now? ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#childhood #creativity #art