Quotes About Adolescence

I used to sneak into the Forum to watch the Lake Show, when I lived in L.A. with my pop. I was born in Seattle, and for fourth, and fifth grade, I went to L.A., then I came back to Seattle and then back to L.A. for eighth, ninth, and 10th grade. But it was easy to sneak in the Forum, like really easy.

I was so gangly, even sneakers looked awkward. Everybody kind of goes through some phase, and it's hard if you're singled out for anything. But there was this one boy in particular who made fun of me, and - it's funny - then later, when we were 18 or 19, he wanted to go out with me.

I remember sneaking a look at films like 'D.C. Cab' and 'Doctor Detroit' when my parents weren't watching. 'One Crazy Summer' with John Cusack was one of my favorites.

I think high school's very difficult. You're figuring out your own power and your effect on other people. You look back and see how you spent so much energy on figuring out things with your parents or your peers.

I have brothers, and that so-called boyish quality was something that I was deathly self-conscious about when I was younger.

To be a butch girl in high school, to be better at masculinity than all the men around you, and then to be punished for it!

I'm never going to understand girls.

It was official. At eleven years old, I'd been arrested, charged, and placed in the custody of the Fairfax County Police Department. This is how it all began.

When she is older she will see in these resemblances a regrettable uniformity among individuals (they all stop at the same spots to kiss, have the same tastes in clothing, flatter a woman with the same metaphor) and a tedious monotony among events (they are all just an endless repetition of the same one); but in her adolescence she welcomes these coincidences as miraculous and she is avid to decipher their meanings.

Il avait encore la peau recouverte d'acné juvénile et, pour que ça ne se voie pas, il portait sur son visage le masque de la révolte.

I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be. (I was frightened by the differences between one face and the next; none of them seemed to fit me properly, and I groped my way clumsily among them.

Mladost je užasna; to je pozornica po kojoj na visokim štulama i u najrazli?itijim kostimima hodaju djeca i izgovaraju nau?ene rije?i koje tek napola razumiju, ali kojima su fanati?no odani.

the young can't help but acting; they're immature, but they're placed in a mature world and have to act as if they were mature. So they put on whatever masks and disguises appeal to them and can be made to fit -- and thy act.

If she couldn't love her fourteen-year-old schoolboy, she could at least love cubism. p. 91

Sebagai remaja, dulu, memang betul ia sering tersipu-sipu; ketika itu dia sedang di titik berangkat perjalanan fisiologis perempuan, dan tubuhnya sedang berubah menjadi benda yang membebaninya dan membuatnya malu. Sebagai orang dewasa, dia sudah lupa caranya tersipu-sipu. Kemudian hembusan panas mengabarkan padanya akhir perjalanan itu, dan sekali lagi dia malu akan tubuhnya. Dalam suasana rasa malu yang tergugah kembali, dia pun belajar lagi cara tersipu-sipu.

Everybody's in love when they're eighteen. And everybody gets dumped.

The teenage female has less demand to perform and more resources to attract love. Her body and mind are more genetic gifts.

I believe the nearest I've come to perfect love was with a young coal-miner when I was about 16.

I fell in love at 14 and I remember that mad, tense feeling and all the mad things you do for the person - all those extremes and all the stuff you don't mind putting up with.

In my adolescence, love, as I think for most of us, was a tremendous focus. I wanted to find the perfect partner. I did and married her.

And then she kissed him with tongue- on the bus.

The boys sat in front of your house at dusk, the boys who still had parents. Sometimes they held Marlboros out the car Windows and even If they didn't, sparks fell from their hands.

typical teenage narcissism

I got to third base. At baseball practice the following Monday, that is. As for what happened that night with Kevin at the stinky picnic gazebo, that's none of your damn business.