Hawa Abdi Quotes

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

I always cling to things that remind me of being a kid again.

We were just a gaggle of kids, and everybody played together and had a good time. You know how kids can be completely horrible - abusive but fun. But anyway, it was a nice childhood.

I think we all miss our childhood.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.

If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.

Drawn to childhood, the old man will seek it in a thousand different ways.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

I just wrote about childhood as I had known it.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

A lot of things you see as a child remain with you... you spend a lot of your life trying to recapture the experience.

The kids are so much fun. I'm always taking a look over at what they're doing because it reminds me of when I was so small before.

I always wish I could go back and see the people that I love as children.

We all have those dreams of going back in time and seeing what it was like when our parents were younger.

I am forever living in my childhood.

Persona-wise, I represent a lot of people's childhoods.

I want my music to make you reminiscent or nostalgic of your childhood, or take you back to a better place.

The things about my childhood that I really loved the most, writing about those things was hard because I knew they would never happen again.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

What he wanted was not just to hear about Hailsham, but to remember Hailsham, just like it had been his own childhood. He knew he was close to completing and so that's what he was doing: getting me to describe things to him, so they'd really sink in, so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the paint and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

Being with a kid always takes you to being a kid somehow, and they really are showing me a childhood I might not have had in some way.

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.