Georg Trakl Quotes

If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.

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

Childhood is the province of the imagination and when I immerse myself in it, I re-create it as it was, as it could have been, as I wanted - and didn't want - it to be.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

Mexico is only a memory of childhood safety.

I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them.

One of my earliest memories was me singing 'Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin' at the top of my voice when I was seven. I got totally carried away. My grandmother, Sarah, was in the next room. I didn't even realise she was there. I was terribly embarrassed.

Quite often somebody will say, What year do your books take place? and the only answer I can give is, In childhood.

At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.

The bottom line is I'm writing to save the dead. I'm writing to save the people I have lost, some of whose bodies are still walking around.

I don't yearn to be a child again.

I think because I'm not a parent, my most immediate connection to childhood is my memory of my own childhood.

A lot of things you see as a child remain with you... you spend a lot of your life trying to recapture the experience.

Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?

I think you never forget your childhood, whether it was happy or unhappy.

I love creating that community and writing about that place, because I think, in some ways, Bois Sauvage is like the DeLisle of my past; it's like the DeLisle of the '80s that I can never return to. So in some ways, when I write about Bois Sauvage, I'm writing about a home that I've lost.

If you make a film about childhood, you've got to pick a moment - you know, 'The 400 Blows.'

I am forever living in my childhood.

If you have children and want to give your future self a present, record their laughter as toddlers. When they're older and away from you, you might find that clip in the middle of the day, and it will transport you as surely as if you had a time machine.

Seven years after my mother's passing, I still reach for the phone for a split second to call her. We spoke every day.

I always cling to things that remind me of being a kid again.

The things about my childhood that I really loved the most, writing about those things was hard because I knew they would never happen again.

When we grow up, we tend to forget our first crush, first love, as we move along. Only when you see something on TV or hear someone say something do you go back to those moments.

I remember being out in the street, singing 'Forever And Ever' at the top of my voice at five years old.