When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability...To be alive is to be vulnerable.
Submitted by alexalambros over 1 year ago
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Why is my needle stuck in childhood? I don't know. I don't know. I guess that's where my heart is.
Submitted by rocketChips over 3 years ago
Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life. They appear so while they are passing; they seem to have been so when we look back on them; and they take up more room in our memory than all the years that succeed them.
Submitted by ArkAngel over 3 years ago
I think childhood is, generally speaking, a preparation for disappointment
Submitted by ArkAngel almost 4 years ago
What is the best early training for a writer? An unhappy childhood.
Submitted by thestephb about 6 years ago
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.
You will find as the children grow up that as a rule children are a bitter disappointment - their greatest object being to do precisely what their parents do not wish and have anxiously tried to prevent.
As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
"It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache."
Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
Wow, look at the grass stains on my skin. I say, if you knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
What is a drawback in childhood is an asset to a literary life.
I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included.
Children nowadays are tyrants. They
contradict their parents, gobble
their food and tyrannise their teachers.
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.