Saturday, 7 April 2012

Innocent





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


 There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. 
~Elizabeth Lawrence~


 Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights,
 before the dark hour of reason grows. 
~John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells


 Childhood:  the period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and
 the folly of youth - two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age. 
~Ambrose Bierce~

~George Eliot~



Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials
and that essential shaped for good. 

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