Quotes About Generational divide

Anti-parent music seems to be all the pop-rock market wants.

Never post food on your Instagram. Nobody cares, and only old people do it.

For the young, food is from Venus; farming is from Mars

For forty years I combed my hair that way, and every time I did, I pushed my mother away from me. There was much she didn't like about my life—and the parting of my hair became a ritual parting of the ways with her.

We live in a decaying age. Young people no longer respect their parents. They are rude and impatient. They frequently inhabit taverns and have no self control.

The '80s were a lost decade.

It's no wonder we can't understand the grown-ups, said the Story Girl indignantly, because we've never been grown-up ourselves. But THEY have been children, and I don't see why they can't understand us.

Some people aren't smart enough to understand the intellectual part of a being. That's why as a 30-year-old you don't have a conversation with a 15-year-old. I don't dine with 15-year-olds and talk about life. Our experiences are completely different.

What possible difference did it make where somebody sat on a bus, or which water fountain somebody used? Most of all, I'd be thoroughly and permanently reviling my grandfather's guts if he pitched a fit over the soon-to-be-built bathroom being used by our soon-to-start new housekeeper. I thought that it must be hard for old people to know when they were being horrible and old-fashioned.

You are different from your parents. You were born and raised in New China. You are a child of Chairman Mao. You can choose your own destiny: You can make a clean break with your parents and follow Chairman Mao, and have a bright future; or you can follow your parents, and then… you will not come to a good end." As

It's time for a new National Anthem. America is divided into two definite divisions. The easy thing to cop out with is sayin' black and white. You can see a black person. But now to get down to the nitty-gritty, it's getting' to be old and young - not the age, but the way of thinking. Old and new, actually... because there's so many even older people that took half their lives to reach a certain point that little kids understand now.

Et rien ne peut faire que ce qui a été vécu dans un monde, celui d'avant 1968, et condamné par les règles de ce monde, puisse changer radicalement de sens dans un autre monde. Cela reste un événement sexuel singulier, dont la honte est insoluble dans la doxa du nouveau siècle.

I don't see kids with Palm Pilots. They are not common on college campuses, except among professors. Gen Xers don't need them. They are a phenomenon of the 50-something who can't remember if his broker's number ends in 1137 or 3317.

The boys from Staten Island would fill more body bags than Stuyvesant could ever imagine. Mechanics and plumbers had to fight while college students shook indignant fists, fornicated in the fields of Woodstock and sat in.

Most of my interviews have been with millennials, and it's been a fascinating window into my kids' world. It's been so wonderful to see a generation that seems so savvy in so many ways - and so much cooler than we were.

I think hearing kids my age miss out on genuine connections already because they text so much, and then they feel awkward when they are face to face with someone.

People call me old-fashioned. The younger guys on the force, they bust my chops because I don't speak their language. Harvey Bullock, dinosaur…because, nope, I didn't see that show last night, where they prance around and belt out awful covers and vote each other into the damn ocean or whatnot.

With homosexual marriage gaining converts among the young, the party of the Moral Majority declines to stand with Chick-fil-A.

When each generation listens to different music instead of music that keeps a culture and society together, it can end up dividing us.

A rebuke, a palpable rebuke! How dare she? He was already middle-aged when she was born! He could have been her father! He could have been her child molester!

Boy, the young are angry at us. Good. This is what usually changes the world, although it's a new experience to be the us the young are mad at.

Children, for whom suburban life was supposed to make wholesome little Johns and Wendys, became the acid-dropping, classroom-burning hippies of the 1960s.

The conversation isn't going well, but that's hardly unusual for a 21 year old woman talking to her parents in the summer of 1969.

My grandmother tended to divide life into 'nice' and 'not so nice.' Life in America, her apartment, her grandchildren: 'nice'; life before 1915: 'not so nice.' That's all I heard.