Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. — Marty Rubin
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. — Marty Rubin
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. — Marty Rubin
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. — Marty Rubin
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. — Marty Rubin
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Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.

— Marty Rubin
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More “Childhood” Quotes

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's meAnd who is the poet writing th — Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. — Julian Barnes, England, England
I know,” said Peter. “Perhaps better than anyone. But you can’t stay a child forever. To choose to speak into Echo’s Wel — James A. Owen, The Search for the Red Dragon
There is no land like the land of your childhood. — Michael Powell
Because the golden egg gleamedin my basket once, though my childhoodbecame an immense sheet of darkening waterI was Noah — Mark Doty
I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body. — Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
I thought I was in love with Leola, by which I meant that if I could have found her in a quiet corner, and if I had been — Robertson Davies, Fifth Business
I should acquaint the reader with the basic principles of the mythology I adhered to then. I believed . . . that inanima — Stanisław Lem, Highcastle: A Remembrance
I am not my mother. I love her, but I am not her. — Michelle Zink, Guardian of the Gate
Like seeing a photograph of yourself as a child, encountering handwriting that you know was once yours but that now seem — Francine Prose, Reading Like a Writer: A Guide for People Who Love Books and for Those Who Want to Write Them
While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak — Willa Cather, My Ántonia
They soon stopped being ten years old. But whatever age they were seemed to be exactly the right age for having fun. — Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill