Quotes About Adulthood

We achieve some measure of adulthood when we recognize our parents as they really were, without sentimentalizing or mythologyzing, but also without blaming them unfairly for our imperfections.

Out of all these contending propensities and child-rearing practices, some people emerge with an intact ability to fantasize, and a history, extending well into adulthood, of confabulation

I'm no longer a child." "Then perhaps it's time you listened to reason and stopped behaving like one.

a school's worth should be measured not by how its students perform on standardized tests but by how well they function as adult graduates of the school...

When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse.

Part of the reason I joined Joy Division was so that I really wouldn't have to grow up.

The '90s are really the 'Sex and the City' woman, and I think, right now, the new contemporary woman is the 'Lipstick Jungle' woman.

We're not whole people if we're just one emotion. On any given day, you can be happy, sad, angry, and so on... As you mature, you just learn to deal with each one of those emotions.

I love my parents. But I'm almost 28 and it's not fun to be asked, 'What are you doing today? What do you want for dinner? When are you going to be home?' It just makes you feel like a kid. It's this juxtaposition of feeling annoyed and really lucky to have people who love you so much.

I grew up in Kansas City. I got here when I just turned 21.

I learned by example. ...As a kid you think you are just the same as other adults.

I really didn't have an interest in being in the kitchen until after I was married, when I was 18. It didn't take me long to realize that Mama was not going to show up at my house every day and cook.

I left home at 18, I thought I knew everything. It was fun for a while and then it wasn't fun any more.

At seventeen, I knew the end of a dream... I would never be a schoolboy again.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.

I'm what-iffing! I don't what-if! What-iffing is for growups. They what-if themselves right into doing nothing, and die without ever living.

We look at each other commiserating, because grown-ups are so fecked up and we're never going to turn out like them.

He leaned fully against me and I gasped. "Sometimes it's over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all.

When I was a child, I thought as a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child but when I grew up I put away childish things; for now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face!

Celibate? He lived and breathed sex. Considered sex the eighth wonder of the world. Suffering blue balls was for teenagers. Not grown men.

I know I should try harder to make her feel necessary in my life. It totally freaked her when I said I didn't need her anymore. But isn't that the whole point of growing up? A healthy bird can fly the nest? Roots and wings and all that Hallmarky crap?

We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

Even if you plan a marriage and a family, you are never quite prepared for the reality versus how you imagined it. In a lot of ways it's better, and in a lot of ways it's worse. That's life, right?