Adults understandably assume that the level of verbal proficiency a five-year-old displays represents his level of proficiency in ...all areas of functioning--if he talks like an adult, he must think and feel like one. However, five-year-olds,... belie the promise of adult-like behavior with their child-like, impulsive actions.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The frantic search of five-year-olds for friends can thus be seen to forecast the beginnings of a basic shift in the parent-child ...relationship, a shift which will occur gradually over many long years, and in which a child needs not only the support of child allies engaged in the same struggle but also the understanding of his parents.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
1992 is not a year I shall look back on with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents, it has... turned out to be an Annus Horribilis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered; Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new calendars stand;... With such small adjustments life will again move forward Implicating us all; and the voice of the living be heard: "It is to us that you should turn your straying attention; Us who need you, and are affected by your fortune; Us you should love and to whom you should give your word."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jerry: She's one of those third-year girls that gripe my liver. Milo: Third-year girls?... Jerry: Yeah, you know, American college kids. They come over here to take their third year and lap up a little culture. They give me a swift pain. Milo: Why? Jerry: They're officious and dull. They're always making profound observations they've overheard.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then sing, young hearts that are full of cheer, With never a thought of sorrow;... The old goes out, but the glad young year Comes merrily in tomorrow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang... Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »