Quotes About Adults

The more Mommy blogs going nuclear over playground etiquette I read and birthday parties of glazed adults munching cupcakes like demoralized zombies I attend, I realize this is what my friends who conceived before me meant by, 'You just won't care.'

Adolescence, that swampy zone between safety and power, is best patrolled by adults armed with sense and mercy, not guns and a badge.

'Looney Tunes' was not a children's cartoon. I don't care what anybody says. It was very politically charged, very racial. And then they tried to soften it up for kids later. But it was for the adults.

I now have Grit Scale scores from thousands of American adults. My data provide a snapshot of grit across adulthood. And I've discovered a strikingly consistent pattern: grit and age go hand in hand. Sixty-somethings tend to be grittier, on average, than fifty-somethings, who are in turn grittier than forty-somethings, and so on.

Often you hear stories about never working with children. I disagree because children still have that residual magical thinking. They haven't had their imagination knocked out of them by turning into adults and life experiences.

I do intelligent roles. I don't want to be labeled as doing silly movies. I'm more mature than kids my age because I'm constantly surrounded by adults.

Adults have big, big wishes that we do not expect to come true. That is why we need so many more candles on our cakes.

Cohabitation seems a greater leap in cities because it's all the harder to extract oneself if things turn sour. It's what keeps otherwise functional adults living with their mothers.

Not only Southern children - but adults as well - use the preface ma'am or sir when speaking to someone older or in authority.

Y entonces, nos sentimos inexplicablemente felices, desmesuradamente felices por ese helado que tomaremos dentro de poco; nos preguntamos: ¿cómo es posible tanta felicidad ante la perspectiva de un helado, en nosotros que somos tan adultos en nuestros vertiginosos pensamientos, que estamos tan extrañamente perdidos en un mundo de sombras?

And why? Because of words? Words don't hurt you. Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

Hace tiempo descubrí que, si construyes un arenero alrededor de un niño dominante y permites que ese niño lo presida, los adultos pueden dedicarse al trabajo de verdad.

Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because

No me gustan los niños. -Tampoco te gustan mucho los adultos. Ni nadie que esté entre unos y otros.

One of the adults does his best impersonation of a DJ, and when encouragement doesn't work,he demands that everyone form a circle on the dance floor to do the hokey pokey. However, ten seconds into the dance, he suddenly realises how ill advised it is for ex-tithes to be putting various body parts in and out.

Why are babies allowed to cry when they wake up, but adults crying when they wake is frowned upon? Babies are permitted to act like assholes whenever they feel like it and no one blinks...

Sometimes our childhood experiences are emotionally intense, which can create strong mental models. These experiences and our assumptions about them are then reinforced in our memory and can continue to drive our behavior as adults.

There are all kinds of monuments to adults - usually dead and usually white. But we don't often lift up the extraordinary work of children.

Our legal system does not grant adults a right to liberty, because they already possess that right; it only revokes the right to liberty (for certain offenses) or restores it (if the deprivation did not conform to due process).

Permissiveness is the principle of treating children as if they were adults; and the tactic of making sure they never reach that stage.

Can we not believe that two adults, in love, might resolve to make their own miracle?

Hold on! Ichigo! Listen…I don't know what you're going through, but…stop worrying about me. I'm not one of your classmates! I'm a grownup! I'm too old to have a kid like you worrying about me! So if something happened you better tell me! Kids… are allowed to rely on adults!

Every night was a somber, adults-only slumber party - no giggles or whispers, just lots of coughing and farting and snoring and groaning, the sounds and smells of too many stressed-out of people packed into too small a place.

The death of self-esteem can occur quickly, easily in children, before their ego has "legs," so to speak. Couple the vulnerability of youth with indifferent parents, dismissive adults, and a world, which, in its language, laws, and images, re-enforces despair, and the journey to destruction is sealed.