Quotes About Adolescence

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I — nor for that matter anyone else — will be interested in the unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

March 16, 1944 ...Kitty, Anne is crazy, but then these are crazy times and even crazier circumstances. March 17, 1944 Even though I'm only fourteen, I know what I want, I know who's right and who's wrong, I have my own opinions, ideas and principles, and though it may sound off coming from a teenager, I feel I'm more of a person than a child - I feel I'm completely independent of others.

What if Sam's heart got broken again? As with most kids who are fourteen, it has been spackled and duct-taped and caulked back together many times as it is. [p. 258]

Rosie [her teenage daughter] had a secret life now, was putting together her own tribe, finding her identity there, and it was great to see, and it hurt like hell.

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

She walked to work every day feeling starkly, conspicuously alone. It seemed that everyone else on the street had someone to keep them company, someone to laugh with and confide in and nudge in the ribs. All those packs of young girls who'd already figured everything out.

I am the bicycle you lost in the park the summer you turned twelve… You didn't think I was so great anymore… You started finding fault with all I said...

Oh, Robin. She's brokenhearted. You remember how it feels." "No, I do not remember. She's fifteen years old. She's going to fall for some new boy before the week is out; you watch." "She says nobody understands her and she wants to die," Mercy told him. Then she asked, "Can I have the rest of your salad?

What to feed her is a constant conundrum. Nothing satisfies. She rolls her eyes, sighs ostentatiously, flounces from the room.

When I was fifteen, I felt it coming; now I was sixteen, and it hit. My feet had imperceptibly been set on a new path...there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, or about anything. I was going to hell on a handcart, that was all, and I knew it and everyone around me knew it, and there it was.

As Melissa got closer, the taste of school began to foul her mouth.

Hi guys the book Im reading right this moment is called Uglies

She wondered how much of being ugly was just an awkward age.

She started spending more time looking out the window than at her own reflection, as is often the case with troublesome girls.

People only rooted for the underdog in movies, not in middle school.

We didn't raise our daughter, we merely loved her.

Fifth grade is probably pretty rocky for lots of kids. Homework. Never being quite sure if you're cool enough. Clothes. Parents. Wanting to play with toys and wanting to be grown up all at the same time. Underarm odor. I guess I have all that, plus about a million different layers of other stuff to deal with. Making people understand what I want. Worrying about what I look like. Fitting in. Will a boy ever like me? Maybe I'm not so different from everyone else after all.

They put me in a holding cell with a black kid and a white kid and a Chinese kid. We're the United Nations of juvenile delinquents.

I thought maybe if you wore different clothes at school,' Paul said, 'maybe you could start a trend. You'd be original.' 'Oh, my God,' she said. 'It's high school, Dad. People get beat up for being original.

I thought that once I figured out thirteen, then it was history

It's true, and I was really hideous as a preteen. Tall and gawky. I used to bump my head into everything. Still do sometimes. (Kat) You are my daughter. (Acheron) Sure I am, I can't imagine you ever being uncoordinated. (Kat) Oh, I assure you I've nailed quite a few signs with my forehead. It's a wonder 'Exit' isn't permanently imprinted right between my eyes. (Acheron)

How do you know all this? Jeez, Tory, you're a kid. Act like it. (Geary) (Tory reached out and punched her on the arm.) Ow! What was that for? (Geary) Unexpected and irrational emotional outbursts. Isn't that what teenagers are supposed to do? Oh, and sulk. A lot. (Tory)

I'm too young, too smart, and too good-looking to die. Yeah, and then some. The world needed him to improve the gene pool. Not to mention, at fourteen he hadn't even had his first date yet. He'd only just, this night, had his first kiss. He should have recognized that alone as a sign that the apocalypse was coming and that his death was imminent.' – Nick

In time, you won't need it to do that. You'll be able to access that part of yourself anytime you need to. But for now, you'll require a tool to help you channel all that teenage hormonal ADD that's bouncing around and through you." – Death