Quotes About Adolescence

Throughout high school, I was made fun of a lot. I was a lot smaller than the other kids, and I have a big gap in my teeth. I had pretty bad acne. So I struggled with that.

In my day we didn't have sex education, we just picked up what we could off the television.

Telling a teenager the facts of life is like giving a fish a bath.

This is the time it all starts, I'm telling you. Like, 16, I mean, forget it. You could just get beat up, you could go through these grueling schedules.

I wasn't being bullied at school at this point. I had a group of friends, and I was isolated because I wasn't communicating with my parents. I wasn't telling them what I was going through.

To be shapely when you're in the seventh grade is not exactly what everyone's looking for, or they weren't then, as someone was telling me the other day. now, that's like a really great thing to do, to be, but then it wasn't.

Going back to school, having done 'Byker Grove' and being on the telly when you're 13, all the kids are very jealous and it can make it a quite hostile environment.

I'm in my mid-40s now, and I came out in 11th grade, so I must have been 17. So that's quite a long time ago, and the temperature and the culture was different.

I have always had a sense that we are all pretty much alone in life, particularly in adolescence.

By the time he had reached adolescence, he had become adept at manipulating people and getting them to do what he wanted. A few well-placed words in the right ears could be twice as damaging as an equal number of bullets, and much harder to trace back to their source.

It was the conundrum of every parent with a boy becoming a young man—loving your child enough to let him make his own decisions and his own mistakes, and not stepping in to rescue him.

If I could go through it all again,the slender iron rungs of growing up,I would be as young as any,a child lostin unreality and loud music.

But when mother died, Caroline was twelve, and in that queer time between childhood and nubile girlhood, when some girls seem to be wise without experience, and perhaps more clear-headed then they will be again until after their menopause.

They needed me, Mackilwraith; they needed me. And if there is one thing which utterly destroys a boy's character, it is to be needed. Boys are unendurable unless they are wholly expendable.

But if I could have met Tim Deakin when he was thirteen or fourteen,' Ewing said, accentuating each word with his finger, 'I am convinced that he would still be with me, and I'm convinced that we'd both be happy.

No wonder he'd never really finished becoming one of us. We just thought it was because he was half Japanese, and lived in a huge house on the other side of town with a dad who was never home and who none of our parents had ever met. And possibly because he was an arrogant moody stuck-on-himself creepazoid And here he wasn't even a real gizmohead. He was just a grind. And a werewolf.

My voice came out high and strange, and sticky with wretchedness: 'Why? I know about having to - *invite* - one of your kind.' For about six months when you're thirteen or fourteen it's every teenage girl's favourite story: because it's about finding out you have *power*.

Under the best of circumstances, middle school is a sixth-circle-of-hell situation, sandwiched somewhere between flaming tombs and flesh-eating harpies. It's the kind of situation that doesn't need gasoline on the fire, especially when said gasoline comes in the form of your older brother murdering the older sister of the third-most popular girl in school.

See them in their golden hour, a flood of girls high on the ecstasy of the final bell, tumbling onto the city bus, all gawky limbs and Wonderbra cleavage, chewed nails picking at eruptive zits, lips nibbling and eyes scrunching in a doomed attempt not to cry. Girls with plaid skirts tugged unfathomably high above the knee, girls seizing the motion of the bus to throw themselves bodily into their objects of affection.

The girl was troubled; the girl was trouble. As all girls were troubled, as all girls were trouble.

For the last week or so it's like getting jabbed with a little needle every time I hear that word. Gram is trying to pretend how excited she is I'm finally in the eighth grade, like this is a really big deal. Which is a joke, because the only reason I got passed from seventh grade is because they figured this way the big butthead can be — quote — someone else's problem, thank God, we've had quite enough of Maxwell Kane — unquote.

I was a lonely adolescent, in a lonely country, where the rules were made for the sake of people who did not pay the cost of them. Our daylight world was one of slogans in which no one believed, of vague prohibitions and joyless celebrations of our benign enslavement. It was a world without friendship, in which every gathering was an object of suspicion, and in which people spoke in whispers for fear that even the most innocent remark could accuse the speaker of a crime.

he was an unusually sober and purposeful young man. In countless letters in later years, he advised young relatives that adolescence was a risky time when evil influences lurked nearby, ready to pounce: "You are now extending into that stage of life when good or bad habits are formed. When the mind will be turned to things useful and praiseworthy or to dissipation and vice.

Tanana devojka što provejava kroz senke oko bezli?ne ku?e u vojnoj bazi, kao petnaestogodišnjakinja dovoljno žena da bude o?aravaju?a, ali i dovoljno devoj?ica da bude zabranjena.