Quotes About Adolescence

Being all of thirteen, of course you should be omniscient

The boy flushed. The voice had recently broken to a true silver tenor, cunning accessory to Mercurio's darker range. He was, besides, in love with Mercurio. Half Verensa had been would be. Filled with terror and joy, the boy waited trembling.

She felt, with intensity only fifteen could know. And it was a true and dreadful intensity, no less to be credited because one found her wracked in the throes of it.

At fifteen, she had assumed all the frightful responsibility of love; at fifteen she had grown old.

He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded.

When I was sixteen, I made the discovery -- love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me.

puerile passion.

How do you know I'm pregnant?" "It's amazing." He cracked his knuckles. "Children always take their own parents for idiots. They come in reeling drunk at 1 am, smelling of cherry brandy and cigarettes, and think the old man's a detective for finding out they weren't studying with a friend.

Besides, not having any friends in my new school was a hundred times better than dealing with my burning sense of guilt -- guilt that I loved Punky with all my heart and yet felt ashamed of him for the first time in my life.

Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

You were sixteen years old and you were messed up and alone like a motherfucker. You were also convinced - like totally utterly convinced - that the world was going to blow itself to pieces.

His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love. Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, beind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

Sure, I liked girls but I was always too terrified to speak to them unless we were arguing or I was calling them stupidos, which was one of my favorite words that year.

Everybody else going through the terror and joy of their first crushes, their first dates, their first kisses while Oscar sat in the back of the class, behind his DM's screen, and watched his adolescence stream by. Sucks to be left out of adolescence, sort of like getting locked in the closet on Venus when the sun appears for the first time in a hundred years.

I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it's too fucking late but the boys weren't into melodrama.

I was seventeen and a half, smoking so much bud that if I remembered an hour from any one of those days it would have been a lot.

He was like all boys: beautiful and callow, and like an insect he couldn't sit still.

The idea that he and Scott could get away together, maybe hang out for the hour before he has to rush back to get picked up by his mother in front of the school—when he thinks of that, he feels almost hungry. He's aware of his own brain working in ways it never used to: a switch has been flicked and he is now a stranger to himself—a stranger he has not yet decided he wants to be.

Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

In that part of my mind that only remembers life before fourteen, Raheen, I'll love you forever.

was initially happy, then with the onset of consciousness unhappy, then with the advent of adolescence wretchedly miserable, and finally, in the last throws of my domestic incarceration, convinced I was born in the wrong place and had to escape at all cost. In other words, an ordinary childhood followed by an ordinary adolescence,

I was initially happy, then with the onset of consciousness unhappy, then with the advent of adolescence wretchedly miserable, and finally, in the last throws of my domestic incarceration, convinced I was born in the wrong place and had to escape at all cost. In other words, an ordinary childhood followed by an ordinary adolescence,

I am not intimidated by puerile boys acting like pre-teens.