Quotes About Adolescence

When I was in my early to mid-teens, that was a very heavy diet of science fiction and fantasy, so those were the kinds of books I tended to imagine writing someday, or even began to try to write.

Sometimes you really want to say Duh, but you can't. It's a part of growing up, I guess.

There you go. Perfect. And can you still throw up at will like you could in sixth grade? That would be good.

Does he feel my request is unreasonable? ("Why does my mother bug me to wash behind my ears? Nobody looks there.")

but that's the beauty of boarding school. I make all my own decisions, small and medium, while the big ones are left up to the Prefect Academy - and as far as boys go, to the only expert I know - Suzanne Santry

When I crossed the street, according to my mother, I still had to hold someone's hand. At ten, I would be able to cross streets unhanded. I'd held on to Joseph's many times before, for many years, but holding his was like holding a plant, and the disappointment of fingers that didn't grasp back was so acute that at some point I'd opted to take his forearm instead.

Life was good back then, in the crappy, oppressive way life is good for fourteen year olds, which is to say, it completely sucked but seems pretty good in the obscuring glare of nostalgia.

On the other hand, Andrea had decided last month, on the occasion of her twelfth birthday and for no discernible reason (at least, none that an adult could discern), that from then on her given name would be Fitzwinkle. And then

Crux sneered. "That's an awfully big word for a thirteen-year-old." Valkyrie resisted the urge to hit him. "Actually, it's not," she replied. "It's fairly standard. Also, I'm fourteen. Also, your beard's stupid." "Isn't this fun?" Skulduggery said brightly. "The three of us getting along so well.

He was a nobody. One of those shy kids who turned into social invalids when that first blast of adolescence hit, meekly accepted their fate, and became invisible.

I think people like to think I'm in some way financially dependent on my family - on my dad - but the fact of the matter is I've been emancipated from my father since I was 14 years old. That's something people don't know or understand.

It's possible that I've matured as a writer, and I hope I've matured emotionally, but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.

Juno MacGuff: I don't know what kind of girl I am.

I'm in my junior year but I can't take it anymore. The beige walls, the scent of linoleum and used lockers, the shrill bell between classes. High school is sucking the life out of me.

I like the book ask my mood ring How a I Feel.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

All your doing is keeping wayward teenage punks off the sreet. You should leave the real investigative work to us big girls with the pens and paper.

I definitely wasn't cool in high school. I really wasn't. I did belong to many of the clubs and was in leadership on yearbook and did the musical theater route, so I had friends in all areas. But I certainly did not know what to wear, did not know how to do my hair, all those things.

Durante mi adolescencia, e incluso mucho después, esta situación familiar algo "turbia" me daba vergüenza: mentía sobre la edad de mi abuela y de mi madre para que no pudieran calcular que mi madre había nacido cuando la suya contaba con sólo diecisiete años;

Alors c'est ça l'amour. Cette espèce de truc qui ressemble à un début de grippe, quand on se dit qu'on va morfler un max mais que d'un autre côté ça permet de sécher l'école. Cette envie de sauter au plafond et de rentrer sous terre. Cette sensation d'avoir la honte écrite sur le front, et d'être en même temps le plus fier du monde.

Su hijo era una ortodoncia andante, con su factura correspondiente: cuando no estaba en el dentista, estaba encerrado en su habitación haciéndose pajas; y su hija estaba resentida por haber tenido que dejar a sus amigos de Glendora, sobre todo a un tal Travis al que Eddie estaba seguro de que le hacía mamadas.

It was all that stuff about taking your parents' car when you're 13, sneaking booze into rock shows and ditching school with your friends. I could relate to that as a former teenager, rather than as a present parent.

There is a time in a boy's life when the sweetness is pounded out of him; and tenderness, and the ability to show what he feels, is gone.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.