Quotes About Adolescence

I heard the various terms of abuse at school and probably indulged them in the way you do as a kid.

Typically, middle-class educated parents' search for their children's schools takes on the feel, if not of teen girls trying on different outfits, of adolescents trying on various selves.

When the vast baby-boom generation exploded into adolescence in the 1960s, marketers exulted. Advertising consultants, always eager to coin a phrase, began happily explaining to corporations the difference between 'teenyboppers' and 'counterculture consumers.'

I moved from Minnesota to Las Vegas when I was 13, so I spent my high school years there and did some things I'm not proud of.

Survival is something I've always managed. To be fair, my parents did the first 16 years without any input from me. I ploughed through many a KitKat, but it was their insistence on vegetables and coats that kept me alive.

I didn't grow up eating meat - I was a vegetarian until I was 18.

As a teen, I heard the second Velvet Underground album, 'White Light/White Heat,' and it was too much for my limited scope of appreciation. It was intense, but I didn't get it.

When I was 13, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground made more sense to me than anything else.

I was fortunate to live for 3 years in another country, and although we lived in an American compound, still as a young adolescent I did venture into the world of the Japanese with great interest and enjoyment. But many Americans never left that safe and familiar life among their own people.

I happily went on holiday with my parents until I was 18, because we always had such a good time that I didn't want to venture off and do my own thing. I have very fond memories of those holidays with my brother, mum, and dad.

I was bullied in every way imaginable, but the worst was the verbal abuse. (I was always a strong, tough and tall girl, so nobody wanted to mess with me from a physical standpoint). It hit rock bottom when I was in seventh grade.

Fairytales were never really meant for children; they were meant as cautionary tales for teenagers on the verge of growing up.

I read Jilly Cooper when I was on the verge of just growing up and I was becoming a woman.

As a child actor, you haven't been allowed to be yourself for most of your life; you've been constrained by the demands of your job, your parents, directors. A fictional or amplified version of you exists, but when you're 17, you can't have a debate with yourself about authenticity.

At nineteen, I certainly didn't know the answer, although I already knew more about death than most of the other pimple-ridden pudding heads in my sophomore class at the University of Miami.

lived my adolescence like a sheepdog moving through a flock of dirty, very stupid sheep.

You're too young to go to the mall," Rita said. "And anyway—" "I'm almost twelve," Astor interrupted with a hiss, making "twelve" sound like an age so advanced that it required regular geriatric care.

Boys groped, boys dissed, boys put you down. But it was the girls who made you bleed

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

You don't understand me. I'm a teenager. I've got problems!

We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other...

I saw the movie, he said. I know what it's about. Listen to this. When girls get to be about twelve or so—he leaned toward us—their tits bleed.

Chucking her under her chin, he said, What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets. And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: Obviously, Doctor, she said, you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

Lux's frequent forged excuses from phys. ed. She always used the same method, faking the rigid t 's and b 's of her mother's signature and then, to distinguish her own handwriting, penning her signature, Lux Lisbon, below, the two beseeching L 's reaching out for each other over the ditch of the u and barbed-wire x .