Quotes About Adulthood

Adulthood is a wonderful thing and brief. You must be sure to enjoy it while it lasts. I believe the soul in Paradise must enjoy something nearer to a perpetual vigorous adulthood than to any other state we know.

La infancia no dura para siempre. Algún día lo lamentarás. Pronto serás tan alta como yo.

It's more important that you grow up to be a man," he said, "than to be a genius.

I was aware too how strange adults were, how theirs lives were vaster than they wanted anyone to realize, that they actually stretched on and on like deserts, dry and desolate, with an unpredictable, shifting sea of dunes.

With this first cigarette, I kissed childhood goodbye. Now I was a grown-up.

That was the problem, wasn't it? You left home. But you never did become an adult. Not really. You just fucked up in different and more complicated ways.

In his book Men to boys: The Making of Modern Immaturity, Gary Cross asks simply: Where have all the men gone? Like George Will, Victor David Hanson, and others who've posed that question, Professor Cross is no doubt aware that he sounds old and square. But in a land of middle-aged teenagers somebody has to.

Nadie es adulto por disfrazarse de adulto. Ni disfrazarse de joven hace joven a nadie. Es evidente que a muchas personas se les hace cuesta arriba aceptar las etapas de su vida con sus realidades concretas.

People do grow up. At least some do.' 'I am afraid Charles was not one of them,' she said gravely. 'He became a man, but he did not grow up. He is not grown up now.

In leaving behind the kind of shell common to all undergraduates, indeed to most young men, they had, in one sense, taken more definite shape by each establishing conspicuously his own individual identity, thereby automatically drawing farther apart from each other.

Young men in such matters are so often without any fixed thoughts! They are such absolute moths. They amuse themselves with the light of the beautiful candle, fluttering about, on and off, in and out of the flame with dazzled eyes, till in a rash moment they rush in too near the wick, and then fall with singed wings and crippled legs, burnt up and reduced to tinder by the consuming fire of matrimony. Happy marriages, men say, are made in heaven, and I believe it.

She had wished to be imprudent when she was young; but her friends had been too strong for her. She had been reduced, and kept in order, and made to run in a groove, — and was now, when she sat looking at her little boy with his bold face, almost inclined to think that the world was right, and that grooves were best. But if she had been controlled when she was young, so ought the Duke to be controlled now that he was old.

Finally there was a place—for everything! Lucy's garage-sale golf clubs. The quilt with yellow stars from my stepmother. Books that we'd read, that we hadn't yet read, that we'd never read, all on shelves. The things that for years had remained in our parents' homes while we went about our young adulthoods inhabiting small spaces in big cities we brought to that house, and they comforted us. We were home.

It is therefore not of small moment whether we are trained from adulthood in one set of habits or another; on the contrary it is of very great, or rather supreme importance.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

Why don't you grow up by yourself?

She could not remember ever being truly happy in her adult life; her years with her mother had been built up devotedly around small guilts and small reproaches, constant weariness, and unending despair.

Experience teaches us that the world is not a nursery.

What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

Avevo perduto la sicurezza dell'infanzia; in cambio non avevo guadagnato niente.

But see here now! Do you actually mean to tell me, Fran, that you think that just moving from Zenith to Paris is going to change everything in your life and make you a kid again? Don't you realize that probably most people in Paris are about like most people here, or anywhere else?

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.

When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one's dance card. (Sadie Lancaster - to Lara Lington)

You don't just get over it. And it doesn't make any difference if you're supposedly a grown-up. It never goes away.