Quotes About Adulthood

That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: Nobody else is going to do this.

A kid is a terrible thing to be, in charge of nothing. If you get past that and grown, it's easiest to forget about the misery and pretend you knew all along what you were doing.

the minute they put down the teething ring and found the Internet, you were useless as a source of anything but shoes and a winter coat.

I never grew up all at once. I did it one place and another along the way.

If being a grown-up really meant knowing better, why did his father go on smoking three packs of unfiltered cigarettes a day?

College is always a time of change, I guess, the last major convulsion of childhood

When I moved out of the house at eighteen, I rarely called home to check up on my parents or tell them how I was doing. Why? The answer shocks me as I write it: I didn't know I was supposed to.

Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.

I don't think, until you've actually lost somebody you really love, that you can go through that door that allows you to be grown-up.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

I'll just get that condescending look all parents reserve for non-parents, to remind you that you're not yet a complete person.

back (thank god for office accessorizing, the last playground of the reluctant adult).

When you're younger you just take it as a given that things will fall into place on their own. Relationships, family, careers, the whole deal. They might not come as you picture them, but they come in some form. You just never figure that they might not come at all. And then you hit thirty and...shit! You suddenly realize that they're not necessarily coming and you panic.

Around age twenty-six, in an effort to stave off thirty, I began embracing the new alternative angst bands, like Pearl Jam, Nine Inch Nails, Bush, Stone Temple Pilots, et cetera, but at thirty, little of that remains. At thirty, you're back to the comforting sounds you grew up with. You have enough genuine angst of your own, you don't need it in your music.

the 1960s, a decade whose excesses led to a general denigration of adulthood, an unthinking disbelief in the existence of competent power, and the inability to distinguish between the chaos of immaturity and responsible freedom.

He had already concluded that adults were contemptible, and that he could safely defy them. (Too bad, then, that he was destined to become one.)

Eventually Young Vic would have ditched me for someone with a bunch of piercings and an edgy record collection, if I didn't take off with a pseudo-intellectual political activist first.

With my schedule being so crazy, I can't call every day or hang out with my friends like I used to and that's definitely sad.

Boa-Vida achava besteira sair da Bahia, onde, quando crescesse, seria tão fácil viver uma boa existência de malandro, navalha na calça, violão debaixo do braço, uma morena para derrubar no areal. Era a existência que desejava ter quando se fizesse completamente homem.

Masallar çocuklara uyumalar?, yetiÅŸkinlere de uyanmalar? için anlat?l?r.

Agora você sozinho. Nada de medo que você está ficando um homenzinho. Meu

Lonely? How can you be lonely ? You've got yourself, haven't you? If you ever lose yourself, then you'll really be lonely. In the meantime, stop complaining. You're nearly a man now, and a man has to work. Ever since the world began, men have been doing jobs they didn't like. Why should it be any different for you? You're the seventh son of a seventh son, and this is the job you were born to do. - Mam

Lotta people don't realize when you grow up with people, you have an affinity, a relationship you don't get with anyone else. After you're twenty years old, anyone you meet after that, it's different from the people you knew before.

But . . . we won't be apprentices again, will we?" Graystripe meowed anxiously. "No." Bluestar allowed a gleam of amusement