Quotes About Adolescence

A girl came out of the school. She was thin, and wispy, and appeared to be fifteen or sixteen. She stopped outside the doors, lit a cigarette, and inhaled hard enough to inflate her body. I watched her smoke, and waited. Sooner or later, she would finish the cigarette or smoke herself to death.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.

Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk ... Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

In a few years, he will be replaced. The boys will become enamored with other things, other people, embarrassed by him and Nahil.

I imagine that she flushes, seeing him there, for she is at that age when even the most commonplace boys take on a sense of mystery. And this boy is not ordinary. He is wild and he has strange and fanciful perceptions. [p. 153]

Once you've traded Legos for masturbation, you're not really a boy anymore, are you?

Mind you, they were not all that old, as people go. Suppose he was nineteen, that would make her a mere seventeen or so. Or if we were to tell the truth and say that he was only sixteen, that would make her still less—what age would that be? And there they stood.

When she'd gotten her period at thirteen, he'd given her a copy of The Care and Keeping of You. He'd been red-faced, gruffly saying, "Here. I'm sure you'll put all this together.

Why couldn't I be down there having fun like a normal teenage girl? Why did I always have to feel threatened? Under fire?

Sabine was now sixteen and old enough to begin doing what any girl like her would." Brazen Mortal crossed her arms over her chest and knowingly said, "Prostitution." "Wrong. Commercial fishing." "Really?" "Noooo," Sabine said. "Fortune-telling.

He's mad at me.""For what?""For not being like him."Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?""Basically.

I had given up practising my Jewish religion when I was a 14-year-old girl and did not begin to feel Jewish again until I had returned to God.

I took to religion at about age 12; it was very hard for me to be Sabbath observant as a kid in a home which was not Sabbath observant. I think my parents thought the whole Jewish thing was a phase.

By the time I turned fifteen, Communism had become my religion.

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

I definitely fell in love with Dracula when I was 13. I found it so fascinating and so dark and romantic.

Wat een - hoe zal ik het zeggen - verblindend iets was dat hoongelach. Het wrede, bij hun leeftijd passende gelach van mijn klasgenoten leek mij een felle schittering te zijn als van licht, dat van een bundel baderen terugkaatst.

Personally, I was never the cool kid. I was always sort of a bookworm. I would just like to be more like Troy, because he's so cool.

When I was in high school I used to sit by myself in the cafeteria - not necessarily by choice - but I thought it was funny to talk to people that weren't there.

It was almost as if she was still the bewildred girl of fourteen who wasn't ready to be an adult.

We were talking about The Bell Jar, because we were sixteen, and we wanted to be depressed in New York.

Todos hemos crecido con la idea de que una vez que perdemos las células cerebrales, estas desaparecen para siempre y no son sustituidas jamás. (En nuestra adolescencia, esta advertencia era una parte fundamental de la reprimenda paterna sobre los peligros del alcohol).

Mam said I was growing up. I felt that I was dying.

Tarabelle was sixteen and almost as tall as Mama. She had long, jet black hair, a copper-colored complexion, and the cold, black eyes of a dead poker player. I had never seen the eyes of a dead person - in fact, I had never seen a poker game - but I had heard that poker faces were expressionless, and I knew that dead people showed no emotion. That was Tarabelle. She stepped back, regarded our mother with those cold black eyes. Her mouth twitched as if she might smile, but I knew better.