Lydia M. Child Quotes

Doing nothing is happiness for children and misery for old men.

Since I was very little I loved this game.

'In Ear Park' perfectly encapsulates the beauty of youth for me.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

It is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn of youth. If we never cared for little children before, we delight to see them roll in the grass over which we hobble on crutches. The grandsire turns wearily from his middle-aged, careworn son, to listen with infant laugh to the prattle of an infant grandchild. It is the old who plant young trees; it is the old who are most saddened by the autumn; and feel most delight in the returning spring.

As my friend George Oppen once said to me about getting old: what a strange thing to happen to a little boy.

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

It says, I think, that at root that we're children, or we'd like to be. And the best of us each keep as much of that childhood with us as we grow into adulthood, as we can muster... And even after we're past the point of being able to play the game with any skill, if we love it, then it's like Peter Pan - we remain boys forever, we don't die.

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going in the other direction.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

Baby, high school's over. High school's never over.

I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.

I found a treehouse. I found this weird tree, out in a field, and someone had put a piece of a fence, way up in a tree. I just went up there and went to sleep for a few hours, in full cowboy regalia. And someone did take a photo. I have a photo of it, somewhere. It brought me back to when I was 12 years old, sitting in a treehouse and imagining that I was in a Western somewhere.

Remember when we didn't live in the future? When we were young, it was not the future yet.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

I never had any boyhood ambitions.

What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.

I'll never make the mistake of being 70 again.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

They were upon their great theme: "When I get to be a man!" Being human, though boys, they considered their present estate too commonplace to be dwelt upon. So, when the old men gather, they say: "When I was a boy!" It really is the land of nowadays that we never discover.

Flowers so strictly belong to youth, that we adult men soon come to feel, that their beautiful generations concern not us: we havehad our day; now let the children have theirs. The flowers jilt us, and we are old bachelors with our ridiculous tenderness.

If you answered, ''Spin the Bottle,'' then I frankly do not want to know any more about your childhood.

I'll remember the view out this window [from Oval Cabinet], because this is where we had our - the playground that we put in when Malia and Sasha came in. Being able every once in awhile to look out the window and see your daughters during the summer, swinging on that swing set, that made the presidency a little bit sweeter.