Quotes About Adolescence

Feel free to look around, but being as though there aren't any people eighteen or older here, stay off the bed. I'm not allowed to get pregnant this weekend.

And we'll call you...hmmm. Pudge.""Huh?""Pudge, " the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right.

Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.

Your boyfriend smells bad, says Sarah as she sniffs the armpit of the giant sweatshirt.All boys smell bad I say and she nods her head like we have just figured out something very important.

I hate being a teenager.""Why?""Hormones." With a sad half smile, he left.

Teenagers crave independence. The more self-suf-ficient we make them feel, the less hostile they are toward us.

Adolescence is the period of the decisive last battle fought before maturity. The ego must achieve independence, the old emotional ties must be cast off, the new ones created.

The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.

You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.

What a shame that allowances have to stop with the teens: both those that are paid to us and those that are made for us.

Puberty was very vague. I literally locked myself in a room and played guitar.

In the time it takes you to understand a 14-year-old, he turns 15.

My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-pipe.

At fourteen you don't need sickness or death for tragedy.

Adolescence is a marketing tool.

I had teen angst for a while, but I think every teenager has the angst.

When you're sixteen or seventeen meaning can be anywhere. A drop of rain running down the window is a symbol, a song comes on the radio just when you longed for it, you have the same initials as the boy for whom you're sick, secret messages await you in poems. It's like living in a net of logic, of systems of words and significance.

In no order of things is adolescence the time of simple life.

My schoolmates hurried home the way they always did, the bold kids scuffling and shouting and the timid, gawky ones yearning toward a brief return to their real lives in which they were their mamas' treasures instead of the dull, easily bullied children they impersonated at school.

So remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debitures of quality and dubious integrity Their small-town eyes will gape at you In dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

Thirteen-year-old Maria Corvi arrives on foot, alongside her fifty-something mother Maddelena.

There are plenty of things that a teenage boy doesn't tell his mother. As we get older, there are more and more things we hold back, things too hard to say or too embarrassing to explain. We do this to protect our mothers as much as ourselves, because let's face it—most of our thoughts are truly unthinkable.

the moon is like a floating silver hell a song of adolescent ivory.

Some kid was shoving muggles. Marijuana, Dad. We call it—" "I know the names," Byrnes said.