Quotes About Adolescence

I had walked into Wilkinson a boy. Now, I wasn't at all sure who or what I was.

Yeah. A mom, dad, a kid brother. A house you've lived in, like, forever. Good friends all over the neighborhood. Knowing everyone. Going on family vacations around the world. It's, like, a Hollywood movie family.

I never rode in an automobile until I was 12.

Dating was so much easier when we were younger because we all spoke the same cryptic code and understood the rules of engagement. "Shelly, ask Suzie to ask Mary to ask Mike to ask Billy if he likes me. But tell her not to let him know that I like him. Well OK, she can tell Billy that I like him, but not that I like him, like him."

wanted to live in the dark as a teenager until I realized that ugliness already makes you invisible

Insecurity, thy name is teenager.

Above all, she is the girl who 'feels' things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young. Now, at an age when the wounds begin to heal whether one wants them to or not, Joan Baez rarely leaves the Carmel Valley.

the child trying not to appear as a child, of the strenuousness with which she tried to present the face of a convincing adult.

Above all, she is the girl who feels things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.

Above all, she is the girl who 'feels' things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.

Mr. Schorer, a man of infinite kindness to and acuity about his students divined intuitively that my failing performance was a function of adolescent paralysis, of a yearning to be good and a fright that I would never be.

Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut.

At17, balanced on that precarious walkway between adolescence and adulthood, the world is a crazy obstacle course paved one day with broken glass, the next with apple blossom.

Adults, light-years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, this too shall pass - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a mild nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.

We pretend that we know our children, because it's easier than admitting the truth--from the minute that cord is cut, they are strangers. It's far easier to tell yourself your daughter is still a little girl than to see her in a bikini and realize she has the curves of a young woman; it's safer to say you're a good parent who has all the right conversations about drugs and sex than to acknowledge there are a thousand things she would never tell you.

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.

In a lot of ways, having a teenager isn't all that different from having a newborn. You learn to read the reactions, because they're incapable of saying exactly what it is that's causing pain.

Being a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better than you do

A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod...

From now on you have to watch out your every move. You're at the age where your parents can legally stop giving you pocket money.

I love being betrayed and then called high school for being upset about it.

Boys are honestly so immature it's not even funny I can never get away from being made fun of.

So over being nervous for high school. I don't even give a mutha fu.. no more. Its just waking up early that will piss me the hell off.

I don't find it cute being pregnant at 15...