Quotes About Adulthood

Heroes don't wear diapers. It's just not cool.

Bet she still lives with her mum and dad and has piles of teddies on her bed...

You see how deviously the institution of marriage threads itself through a woman's life? If she does not marry she is perpetually a child—until she is suddenly an old woman, that is.

C'est donc cela, la vie d'adulte ; construire des châteaux de sable puis sauter dessus à pieds joints, et recommencer l'action, encore et encore, alors qu'on sait bien que les océans les auraient effacées de toute façon ?

Ya no hay adultos, lo único que queda son niños de todas las edades. Escribir un libro sobre mi infancia es, pues, hablar de mí en presente. Peter Pan es amnésico.

Curiosa sensación: cuando era pequeño, el año 2000 pertenecía a la ciencia ficción. Debo de haber crecido porque, ahora, resulta que es el año pasado.

Even when freshly washed and relieved of all obvious confections, children tend to be sticky.

Children ask better questions than adults. "May I have a cookie?" "Why is the sky blue?" and "What does a cow say?" are far more likely to elicit a cheerful response than "Where's your manuscript?" Why haven't you called?" and "Who's your lawyer?"

Somehow, without noticing, Mosca had become old enough to hear about such things.

So she was 'my lady' now, not 'miss'. That was what she had always wanted, wasn't it? Why did the words chill her? There was something so cold and final about it, like the click of a door closing behind her. Her childhood was over, and now there was only her place in the 'great game', and whatever role Uncle Maxim had chosen for her. There was no going back.

The Bible warns [parents] against extremes in dealing with our adult children. It tells us to avoid trying to control [them] once they become adults. When children become independent, a major transition takes place: They are no longer under our authority.

Before the seventeenth century, a child passed directly into the adult world between the ages of five and seven . . . then came the industrial revolution . . .so the child-centered home was born.

In earlier periods of history, adolescence was virtually unknown . . . Today, the span between childhood and adulthood may extend over ten years. Deferred adulthood is synonymous with deferred responsibility.

Kaoru: Grownups are so tiresome. They fake their smiles all day long and they try to force us to do the same. It's no fun at all.

The boys of my people began very young to learn the ways of men, and no one taught us we just learned by doing what we saw, and we were warriors at a time when boys now are like girls.

But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is exactly the thing that made you a man: the ability to function with the worst possible secrets in your brain. Which was why so many grown-up men seemed so ridiculous. They never felt that responsibility. They were untested, unproven; they were boys in grown-up clothes.

Years later I'd understand that a mark of adulthood is the ability to live with uncertainty. But back then I wanted to figure everything out, myself most of all.

Years later I'd understand that a mark of adulthood is the ability to live with uncertainty.

We of the Twentieth Century have abandoned the practice of holding something in reserve when we love our children, assuming – as our ancestors would never have dared to do – that they will reach adulthood as a matter of course.

Graduation day is tough for adults. They go to the ceremony as parents. They come home as contemporaries. After twenty-two years of child-raising, they are unemployed.

Non so se mi sono espresso bene. Il fatto e che, col suo bagaglio d'esperienza, l'adulto guasta gli anni della propria infanzia, li contamina con la sensazione di oppressione che prova. Come se qualcuno che ha vissuto per lungo tempo in uno splendido giardino, durante una passegiata piu lunga del solito, si accorgesse che il parco e delimitato dal muro di una prigione di cui ignorava l'esistenza.

He was no longer a child, barely an adolescent, really, moving too hard and too fast into adulthood.

Let her go? What kind of crap is that? She's eighteen, Myron. That makes her an adult. She asked you for a ride. You gallantly—and stupidly, I might add—gave her one. That's it." "That's not it.

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