Quotes About Adolescence

I was a dozy boy; I'd like to have been like James Dean, but I was more Arthur Askey - pathetically rebellious in a cheeky, chappy sort of way.

I grew up in southern California in the '80s. Yes, I am a walking cliche.

Yo entraba en el comedor aún con mala cara por el jersey de Neuberg, y mi madre, al verme entrar sombría y enfadada, decía: «¡Aquí está María Temporal!».

I was acutely conscious of the pressure to adapt and to absorb the values of the tribe--family, community, and culture. It seemed to me that what was asked was the surrender of my judgement and also my conviction that my life and what I made of it was of the highest possible value. I saw my contemporaries surrendering and losing their fire--and, sometimes in painful, lonely bewilderment, I wanted to understand why. Why was growing up equated with giving up?

When high school girls like us freak out, people are always able to overpower us before we do something stupid, like hijacking a bus or running around with a knife. Which is why girls arm themselves beforehand so they don't get caught up in something like that. Boys probably aren't so good at protecting themselves.

Fine, Connor tells him. Think about stuff until your head explodes. But the only thing I want to think about is surviving to eighteen. I find your shallowness both refreshing and disappointing at the same time. Do you think that means I need therapy?

It comes with being sixteen, Mom said. You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don't come out for years. So they become butterflies when they finally come out? my little sister Christina asked. No, Mom said. They're still caterpillars, only now they're big fat caterpillars that smell.

Teenage rebellion is for suburban schoolchildren. Get over it.

As a kid you idolize your parents. You think they're perfect, because they're the yardstick by which you measure the rest of the world, and yourself. Then as a teenager they just piss you off, because you realize that not only are they not perfect, but they may be even a little more screwed up than you. But there's that moment when you realize they're not superheroes, or villains. They're painfully, unforgivably human. The question is, can you forgive them for being human anyway?

Why would anyone in their right mind want to be a teenager more than once? When

Anyway, don't they have girls your age down there? Talon shrugged. Yeah...but none of them ever sprayed me with eye-poison.

After all, a thirteen-year-old shouldn't use a handheld missile launcher without proper instruction.

The whole place is a petri dish of angst, generated by kids whose parents gave up on them, which is the worst kind of angst there is. There are fights and ridiculous posturing on a daily basis.

Mr. Akron," says a girl, fourteen or so—he can't get over the fact that so many of the kids, particularly the younger ones, are not only ridiculously respectful, but think that Akron is somehow part of his name—

In a world where disease has been eliminated, the only way to die is to be randomly killed ('gleaned') by professional reapers ('scythes'). Two teens must compete with each other to become a scythe—a position neither of them wants. The one who becomes a scythe must kill the one who doesn't

It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?

How embarrassing that she ever did something that silly. But, good God, she was seventeen. At that age, we're mostly high-pitched and crazy. All urgent chemicals raging around the blood course. And that's why we do dangerous and embarrassing things, as if simultaneously we're immortal and going to die tomorrow. And that's why we look back on that time so fondly from the dimmer years to come. Remembering the days when we were like Greek gods. Mighty and idiotic.

Nicholas was already tall for his age, dark unruly hair and dark eyes, although in the photograph you couldn't tell if they were brown or dark blue.

Hey, Weenie Samdini! Henry Farmer called as he waited to get on the school bus Sam would have been taking. Why don't you do a magic trick and make yourself grow so you can k-k-kiss Stutter-girl? It's frightening to think that one day his vote will count as much as yours or mine, Sam mused.

During my adolescent years, I watched a lot of theatre. I had the habit of enacting every scene I saw in front of the mirror.

It might be a little embarrassing, but I never ever missed an episode of 'Dawson's Creek' growing up.

I joined Norwich when I was 15 and moved away from a life living on an estate in Cardiff and everything I knew. I moved away from my girlfriend, who is my wife now, and my nan, who has now passed away. I missed a lot.

I grew up in Mississippi. I was there for 13 years, and then when I turned 13, I moved out to L.A.

I went to Hebrew school but opted out of a bar mitzvah.