Quotes About Adolescence

In elementary school, I identified more with my Asian side. I had a lot of Korean friends, and then, once middle school hit, it was a little more diverse.

I was really into emo and scene culture in middle school.

If you saw what I looked like in high school you probably would've laughed. I looked like I should have been in middle school.

I grew up a geek. I added comedy to it midway through high school.

When we were 17, I got my first car, a Mini Metro.

I hadn't gone to high school. I left Minnesota, I left home, I was on my own. I was seventeen.

Listen my darling, here's the situation – Wait … Un gazz , I'm talkin to a robot here, right? Again. So! uh-huh! how you're doing? how long you been a robot … You wouldn't be Jewish, by any chance? Yeah, like when you were thirteen, did your parents give you a bot mitzvah?

All the time we were growing up, Frank said, you wanted to run away and join the carnival? Yes, and there I was with all o' you, right in the carnival, and didn't even know it. And he hoped he'd always be able to recall the way she laughed then.

He didn't know whether he was planning seduction, or combat,— these, at fourteen, being the only categories of Pleasure he recogniz'd.

When I was almost 13 I was ripe for religion. I was actually just plain ripe.

When I see teenagers out in public with their families, holding back, refusing to walk with mom and dad, ashamed to be seen as part of a family, I have to admit that I have acted that way myself, at times, with regard to my Christian inheritance. A hapless and mortally embarrassed adolescent lurked behind the sophisticated mask I wrote in my twenties: faith was something for little kids and grandmas, not me.

The better the child, the worse the teenager

Buvimas pavyzdžiu savo paaugliams atima bet kok? džiaugsm? iš vidutinio amžiaus žmoni?.

High school popularity is so fickle.

Ben smiled for the first time all afternoon. It was nice to see. When he deigned to flash his pearly whites, Ben went from sullen boy to charming young man. I much preferred the latter.

She gave me a conspiratorial wink. "He's cute. " Gross. Whitney discussing my friends was straight-up creepy. Though he is cute. No denying that. "I dunno. Maybe." "Would you like me to speak to his mother?" Whitney leaned close. "If you're uncomfortable inviting a boy, we could arrange for him to ask you." I wanted to punch her face. He already offered, you dolt. Everything's not as simple as you are.

Tory a father isn't supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being said, you terrify me.

was sixteen, had found himself a very nice girlfriend in Maria, the daughter of the Sullivans up at the farm.

Here's what Mike knew about kids: They did stupid stuff. Pretty much all of them.

If you ever start thinking that any of them are developmentally more mature than a high school boy, just remember they named their dogs after beer.

I had the classic 40 meltdown. I did. It's embarrassing. It was pretty funny. But then I recovered. To me, it was like a second adolescence. Hormonally, my body was changing, my mind was changing, and so my relationship to myself and the world around me came to this assault of finiteness.

Watching her, he saw again how she teetered between adolescence and adulthood, with a raw sensuality that had to deposit her in a kind of no-man's land--too much a woman for boys her own age, too young for fully adult men.

Back when he was a kid, about eleven years old, he used to go looking for cars that had "No Radio in Car" signs on them. He'd take a removable radio, of a type that was very popular at the time, and throw it as hard as he could at the car window with a note wrapped around it that read, now you have one.

This girl. This little high school kid with her stupid boots and her Addams Family wardrobe and her skin as white and floury-looking as unbaked bread. Pillsbury goth girl, just out of the can.