Quotes About Maturity

A healthy person can accept criticism.

The young have everything but wisdom.

The wise man leaves the past behind like a pair of boots he has outgrown.

The wise man leaves the past behind like a pair of boots he has outgrown. Ciro

But now I know that youth isn't waiting for you on the other side of wisdom.

Learning comes through pain.

Old men are always young enough to learn, with profit.

I have suffered into truth (...) Time refines all things that age with time

Time refines all things that age with time.

You have learned the lesson by experience.

Time in its aging course teaches all things.

Old age that's quick to learn is always young.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

Clumsy jesting is no joke.

Society ends up with the adults it deserves. It's just a little more obvious nowadays.

Maturity: knowing where you're crazy, trying to warn others of the fact and striving to keep yourself under control.

It's profoundly counter-intuitive for us to think of ourselves as mad. We seem so normal and mostly so good – to ourselves. It's everyone else who is out of step… And yet maturity begins with the capacity to sense and, in good time and without defensiveness, admit to our own craziness. If we are not regularly deeply embarrassed by who we are, the journey to self-knowledge hasn't begun.

By forty, everyone has the face they deserve,' wrote George Orwell

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.

Growth occurs when we discover how to remain authentically ourselves in the presence of potentially threatening things. Maturity is the possession of coping skills: we can take in our stride things that previously would have knocked us off course. We are less fragile, less easily shocked and hence more capable of engaging with situations as they really are

To be mature is, we're told, to move beyond possessiveness. Jealousy is for babies. The mature person knows that no one owns anyone.

Rather than getting more spoilt with age, as difficulties pile up, epiphanies of gratitude abound.

We do our sulking lovers the greatest possible favor when we are able to regard their tantrums as we would those of an infant. We are so alive to the idea that it's patronizing to be thought of as younger than we are; we forget that it is also, at times, the greatest privilege for someone to look beyond our adult self in order to engage with—and forgive—the disappointed, furious, inarticulate child within.

We start trying to be wise when we realize that we are not born knowing how to live, but that life is a skill that has to be acquired