Bernard Levin Quotes

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

It is a curious fact that in bad days we can very vividly recall the good time that is now no more; but that in good days, we have only a very cold and imperfect memory of the bad.

Childhood. I wish I had something to complain about.

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

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

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

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

I took the stairs and felt like my childhood took the elevator.

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.

You can remember times when you were a kid, when life looked too doggoned deliciously beautiful to be left alone. So you could feel like that again if you worked at it.

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood!

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

A happy childhood is perhaps the most-fortunate gift in life.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

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

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.

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.

There is nothing fine about being a child: it is fine, when we are old, to look back to when we were children.

When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because I was free as a bird- nothing to do but catch bugs all day.

(...) Since I was a kid." "Which you refer to as 'back when you were happy.'" "Right.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.