Everything else you grow out of, but you never recover from childhood.
—Beryl Bainbridge (1932–2010) British Novelist
Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.
—Katherine Anne Porter (1890–1980) American Journalist, Essayist, Short Story Writer, Novelist, Activist
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.
—Ellen Glasgow (1873–1945) American Novelist
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
—Colette (1873–1954) French Novelist, Performer
I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
—Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) (1832–98) British Anglican Author, Mathematician, Clergyman, Photographer, Logician
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) American Poet, Playwright, Feminist
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.
—Graham Greene (1904–91) British Novelist, Playwright, Short Story Writer
The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any.
—Fred Astaire (1899–1987) American Actor, Film Personality, Theater Personality, Choreographer
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
—William Wordsworth (1770–1850) English Poet
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
—Garrison Keillor (b.1942) American Author, Humorist, Radio Personality
Old age lives minutes slowly, hours quickly; childhood chews hours and swallows minutes.
—Malcolm de Chazal (1902–81) Mauritian Writer, Painter, Visionary
A happy childhood has spoiled many a promising life.
—Robertson Davies (1913–95) Canada Journalist, Playwright, Academic, Critic, Novelist
The ages of seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
—Leonard Cohen (1934–2016) Canadian Singer, Songwriter, Poet, Novelist
When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn’t the old home you missed but your childhood.
—Sam Ewing (b.1949) American Sportsperson
I am convinced that, except in a few extraordinary cases, one form or another of an unhappy childhood is essential to the formation of exceptional gifts.
—Thornton Wilder (1897–1975) American Novelist, Playwright