Quotes About Adolescence

Children, even infants, are capable of sympathy. But only after adolescence are we capable of compassion.

And fear. High school smelled of that more than anything else, even more than sweaty feet, cheap perfume and rotten bananas.

Y las bibliotecas: silenciosas, tranquilas. Un refugio para el caos de la vida adolescente.

When girls walk home we put on lippy and makeup. We chat. Sometimes we pretend to be hunchbacks. But that is it. Perfectly normal behavior.

Louise Rennison

I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson

louise rennison

Vaisey said, "Is it because your parents don't understand you?" Charlie said, "No, it's because our parents understand us very well, and that is why they wanted us to go away.

Hello, my sister, Libby, also your daughter, is snogging a potato in my bed. What are you going to do about it?' Dad started yelling uncontrollably. I wonder if he is having the male menopause? If he starts growing breasts, I will definitely be running away with the circus.

Hij zegt: "Hoor eens, Georgie, je bent nu een jonge vrouw(wat was ik dan eerst, een jong paard?)

All boys are swines. They snog you and dump you. Or lick your face. Or put bats in your mouth.

louise rennison

Beneath this sod lie the remains Of one who died of growing pains.

The patients there were mostly teenaged girls, with the occasional boy. I thought of us all as tigers with thorns in our paws. We were beautiful beasts who'd gotten injured by life, by loss or trauma or shock, and if we could just get the splinters out of our paws, we'd be fine. My thorn was the fact that my mother had left me. Megan

Los psiquiatras se centran demasiado en la escena primaria y la privación preedípica, me parece, e ignoran el trauma de la escuela y los otros niños, que son crueles y despiadados

we live in a society of larvae--immature human beings, adolescents disguised as adults.

What Trixie wanted, most of all, what she couldn't have - to go back to being the kind of girl who worried about things like science tests and whether any college would admit her, instead of being the kind of girl everyone worried about.

At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen.

Cuando eres adolescente no eres intocable. Eres estúpido.

Hope was a pathological part of puberty, like acne and surging hormones. You might sound cynical to the world, but that was just a defense mechanism, cover up coating a zit, because it was too embarrassing to admit that in spite of the bum deals you kept getting you hadn't completely given up.

Sometimes Josie thought of her life as a room with no doors and no windows. It was a sumptuous room, sure-a room half the kids in Sterling High would have given their right arm to enter-but it was also a room from which there really wasn't an escape. Either Josie was someone she didn't want to be, or she was someone who nobody wanted.

It was that she truly believed you could be fourteen when you learned how love could change the speed your blood ran through you, how it made you dream in kaleidoscope color. It was that Trixie knew she couldn't have loved Jason this hard if he hadn't loved her that way too.

My scholar, my serious, sweet boy, is now a rebel—holed up in his room listening to music so loud it makes the walls shake or texting friends I did not know he had; coming home past curfew smelling of hard liquor and weed. I have fought, I have cried, and now, I am not sure what else to do. The whole train of our lives is in the process of derailing; this is only one of the cars skidding off the tracks.

Anna is thirteen. Anna lives with her mother. Anna's mother is opposing counsel. How can Anna possibly live in the same home and not be swayed by Sara Fitzgerald?