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Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and read more
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their read more
They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous; rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc. etc.
A society in which adults are estranged from the world of children, and often from their own childhood, tends to read more
A society in which adults are estranged from the world of children, and often from their own childhood, tends to hear children's speech only as a foreign language, or as a lie. Children have been treated. as congenital fibbers, fakers and fantasisers.
I'm old enough to know better, but still too young to care.
I'm old enough to know better, but still too young to care.
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being read more
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby "it.".
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as read more
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
It's a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.
It's a sad moment, really, when parents first become a bit frightened of their children.
