Quotes About Adulthood

No," he said. "I don't think it's better for grown-ups. I think you were right the first time. Being a person is just hard." "Why doesn't anybody say so, then?" "That's

Who told you you couldn't come back when you're grown? Was it the same person who told you grown-ups don't cry or blush or clap their hands when they're happy? Don't try to say otherwise, I've seen you fighting like a boxer to change your face so that it never shows anything. Whoever told you that's what growing up means is a villain , as true as a mustache. I am growing up, too, and look at me! I cry and I blush and I live in Fairyland always!

After all, growing up is nothing but an argument with your parents on the topic of whether or not you are grown. You scream am so am so am so from the moment you're born, and they fire back are not are not are not from the moment they've got you, and on it goes until you can say it loudest.

Oh, September. My best girl. I shall tell you an awful, wonderful, unhappy, joyful secret: It is like that for everyone. One day you wake up and you are grown. And on the inside, you are no older than the last time you thought Wouldn't it be lovely to be all Grown-Up right this second?

Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.

And that is the last lesson of childhood: You spend all your years fighting against the injustice of big folk and their big rules until you are ready to rule yourself.

I've no idea what I shall do when I am grown! I don't suppose there is much call for Knights or Bishops or Heroines in Omaha or even Chicago. And I'm sure other girls are much better at it than I.

We may also take a moment to feel a little sorry for her, for having a heart leads to the peculiar griefs of the grown.

This is what a grown-up looks like, thought September. Not like the grown-ups in my world who look sad and disappointed and grimy with work and bored with everything.

Taken as a whole, maltreatment and neglect demonstrate a powerful capacity to create enduring dysfunction in multiple domains. The earlier in a child's life maltreatment occurs, the greater the risk of enduring and pervasive problems into adulthood (Perry, 2005, 2008).

Innocence is both a privilege and a cognitive handicap, a sheltered unknowingness that, once protracted into adulthood, hardens into entitlement.

The moment a child answers the question 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' he is halfway to being an adult.

So many people treat you like you're a kid that you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.

They didn't really have a childhood. Just them and Mom and then her liver went and she died and it was just them. Except they never learned to be grown-ups. And they never learned to be just kids, either. Stuck in never-never land. Kinda sad.

All'inizio fui colto dall'euforia [...] Poi l'euforia svanì e lasciò il posto allo sgomento. La pillola, il suo rituale e quello che c'era intorno erano stati, in quegli anni, alibi perfetti per evitare ogni responsabilità e sentirmi anche in credito con la vita. Adesso, di punto in bianco, gli alibi non c'erano più [...] D'un tratto mi ritrovavo in mare aperto, e non ero pronto

I confused growing up with settling down.

People want to come home to the church of their childhood without having to leave their adult selves behind.

That's the thing, Ellie. Times have changed. When I was young I stayed out till really late as a teenager and no-one turned a hair.

Yes, the life of an adult entails accepting and in some way being responsible for pain.

Life is a gift. Don't let your ego get in the way of fully experiencing and appreciating it. When we were kids, we laughed and asked question. As adults, we cry and shout answers. Sometimes it's good to feel like a kid again, even at age 75.

When you're a kid, everything has a question mark at the end of it. Only later do they turn into periods. Or even exclamation points. "Will I get over this?" becomes "It's too late." Becomes "I can't get over this!

It would help if I were able to feel guilty. But the end of innocence is also the end of guilt.

A man grows up when he looks back, realizes what has happened to him, accepts it all, and begins to change himself. He cannot grow up until he reaches this moment and passes it. We are now at the end of our extraordinarily prolonged adolescence. A very great poet, an American, Miss Marianne Moore, wrote, many years ago, the following description of our terrors: The weak overcomes its menace. The strong overcomes itself.

One of my more recent favorite memories is of traveling to Jeonju with my aunt and uncle. After my mother passed away, my aunt and I became a lot closer, and I've really grown to cherish the relationship we formed together as adults.