Some lines that I happened to find written about the most tender and natural age of childhood. Sharing here with some of mine:
We worry about what our children will be one day, we forget that they are already someone today.
We have had a bad luck with our kids: They have grown up.
There are not seven wonders in the eyes of a child, there are seven billions.
The questions of a child sometimes can shut up the wisest person.
They come in the world full of magic.
They grow up in the world of surprises.
They get old in the world of cliches'.
A child id not a sketchbook. They already are filled with billion colors Let the rainbow sprout and create a skyline where they can use their colorful, sparkly wings to cover wider skies and breathe in the sweetest air.
Their wisdom in human behavior and emotional flux can defeat any adult.
An age that does not fear, an age that always dream, an age that is never tired, an age that always bosom: that's childhood.
Their hugs are like embrace of god, their kisses like drops from heaven and their smiles like a divine arc on the majestic face of an angel.
We often forget what we were and what have we become, they are the cute reminders.
Their wisdom in human behavior and emotional flux can defeat any adult.
An age that does not fear, an age that always dream, an age that is never tired, an age that always bosom: that's childhood.
Their hugs are like embrace of god, their kisses like drops from heaven and their smiles like a divine arc on the majestic face of an angel.
We often forget what we were and what have we become, they are the cute reminders.
......................................to be continued
