Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.
~ Tess of the D'Urbervilles
by Thomas Hardy
"I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise."
~ The Woman in White
by Wilkie Collins
Come on back and we'll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.
by Stephen King
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
by Stephen King
He seemed a kind of cannon loaded to the muzzle with facts, and prepared to blow them clean out of the regions of childhood at one discharge. He seemed a galvanizing apparatus, too, charged with a grim mechanical substitute for the tender young imaginations that were to be stormed away.
~ Hard Times
by Charles Dickens
They came to her, naturally, since she was a woman, all day long with this and that; one wanting this, another that; the children were growing up; she often felt she was nothing but a sponge sopped full of human emotions.
~ To the Lighthouse
by Virginia Woolf
"Mother says as th' two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way-or always to have it. She doesn't know which is th' worst."
~ The Secret Garden
by Frances Hodgson Burnett
What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
by James Joyce
Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
~ The Picture of Dorian Gray
by Oscar Wilde
"I would not send a poor girl into the world, unarmed against her foes, and ignorant of the snares that beset her path; nor would I watch and guard her, till, deprived of self-respect and self-reliance, she lost the power or the will to watch and guard herself."
~ The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by Anne Bronte