Childhood Memory Quotes
Childhood Memory Quote of the day
What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child?
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.
It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you nuts?' I ask her. She replies, 'I don't know any other songs.
So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility.
I'm in my 40s and I'm constantly surprised by how much my childhood still plays a part in my life.
It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.
The halcyon days of childhood, a time when everything lay open before him, when the most minor episodes could be construed as events and every chance encounter … gave rise to fresh insights.
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.
My world was very limited in size and experience. Small things took on extra importance, at least to a child.
Whatever I learned, Whatever I knew, Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew, Away in some dilemma, Always in some confusion, The purpose of this life, Seems like an illusion!
There are things in this world that the children hear, but whose sounds oscillate below an adult's sense of pitch.
When I was a child, I thought like a child.When I became adult, I seek a deeper understanding of life.
I puked rainbows all over my childhood, and it felt so good.
Sometimes I return back to the state of mind I had as a child when I believed nothing was impossible.
