Gloria Steinem Quotes

At some point people either had to throw off the wounds of their childhood or go through life permanently crippled

If you don't heal the wounds of your childhood, you bleed into the future.

I am not my childhood,' Snowman says out loud.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.

Having a child takes you back to all those parts of your own childhood that you had hidden away.

I haven't had a chance to decorate my dressing room yet, but I have these pictures of myself as a kid that I want to put up because I said, 'I really want to make sure that I take that kid with me on this journey.' I want him to experience this.

You understand people better if you look at them-no matter how old or impressive or important they may be-as if they were children. For most men never mature; they simply grow taller.

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.

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

There's this idea that there was a point in our childhood when we were in some way better than we are now and we should try to hang on to that.

After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.

I think some people are really connected to who they were as children. And some people aren't.

Understand the nature and influence of repeating patterns, from childhood experiences or even from past lives. Wthout understanding, patterns tend to repeat, unnecessarily damaging the relationship.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

So much of what holds us back in life are the long-held resentments stemming from childhood.

Childhood lasts all through life.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

At 68 I'm every age I ever was. I always think of that. I'm not just 68. I'm also 55 and 21 and three. Oh especially three.

The child is in me still and sometimes not so still.

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?

I believe, when in my behavior or in relationships or in the way I react to something, that I'm still dealing with some leftover stuff from my childhood, but the good thing is now, because I have learned so much from the Bible, I can tell when I'm behaving wrong and when I'm not, and it doesn't take me very long to realize that's out of fear, or that's because I was controlled as a child, and I can make a conscious decision to behave the way I know I should behave.

I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.

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

When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it slips by, there isn’t any reclaiming it or revising it.