Edwin Arlington Robinson Quotes

Where children are, there is the golden age.

When you're young you have no worries, no drama, only your imagination. It's the best!

Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be.

Everybody's twelve years old in an apple orchard.

You go back. You search for what made you happy when you were smaller. We are all grown up children, really... So one should go back and search for what was loved and found to be real.

I envy my daughter's childhood.

It's so important and easy to be a kid at heart.

For me, baseball just brings up a lot of nostalgic, happy feelings because I enjoyed it as a kid, and I liked being out there playing in the sun, and it was a simpler time for all of us.

I've always reverted to a sense of childhood, just in everyday life.

Laughter brings out the child in all of us.

Children are the keys of paradise.

I think we all miss our childhood.

I just like being a kid. I enjoy it, I don't want to grow up.

With my mom and dad around, I became a child yet again.

When you're really laughing, you feel like a little kid, and nothing matters.

I remember being out in the street, singing 'Forever And Ever' at the top of my voice at five years old.

When I was little, I would sing all around the house.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

Stay a child while you can be a child.

Children hold spring so tightly in their brown fists-just as grownups, who are less sure of it, hold it in their hearts.

Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

I feel like writing about a time when I was probably, and think all of us are, the happiest before the obligations start in.