Quotes About Maturity

he didn't feel threatened by talented men of his own age

He didn't enjoy responsibility and never learned to cope with it.

Washington had a more relaxed style with girls and used to say ruefully that he could govern men but not boys.

Life was a serious business to me when I was young.

Los novelistas no escriben sobre sus asuntos, sino en torno a ellos», dice Julian Barnes. Y Stephen Vizinczey redondea ese pensamiento con una frase precisa y luminosa: «El autor joven siempre habla de sí mismo incluso cuando habla de los demás, mientras que el autor maduro siempre habla de los demás, incluso cuando habla de sí mismo».

Es excelente ser viejo. Es la mejor edad, es la época en que el entendimiento ve con más claridad.»

Madurez: atisbo de entendimiento del mundo y de uno mismo, intuición del equilibrio de las cosas. Acercamiento entre la razón y el corazón. Conocimiento de los propios deseos y los propios miedos.

It was going to be all right. There were to be no histrionics. For this deliverance Olivia was deeply grateful, but she felt sad too, because it is always sad when someone you have known as a child finally grows up, and you know that they will never be truly young again.

If she had learned nothing else, she had learned that every age brings its own rewards. Rosamunde Pilcher, Flowers In the Rain & Other Stories

Bernard Shaw said that youth is wasted on the young. It's only when you get to be old that you begin to understand what he was talking

I feel old and finished. I'm nearly thirty now.

If she had learned nothing else, she had learned that every age brings its own rewards.

He had pink butterfly ears. The rest of him was still in the larval stage.

More than half of my life is past; I have left only the time I need for turning the rest of it to account and for effacing my errors by my virtues.

Uncle Claudie Windham's life has weathered to the color of wisdom.

we are not humans from the start; we need to become human. Toward this end, we need the insight "that only we are responsible for ourselves, that accusations that we have missed our life's calling can be directed only at us, not some higher powers". We are in no need of the delusion of a supernatural world, because the very task of becoming human is the truly colossal achievement.

This gives rise to a new symptom, namely a dissociation, or rather the power of a momentary dissociation of three faculties which, in man, are united: the faculties of willing, feeling and thinking. We must learn to separate and to re-unite them at will. So long, for example, as some outer event carries us away with uncontrolled enthusiasm, we are immature, for such enthusiasm comes from the event, not from ourselves, and we may even exercise a shattering influence of which we are not master.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air, and time is quiet and mellow. I lived that time fully, strangely aware of a new world opening up and taking shape for me.

Yet there be certain times in a young man's life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

but at St Xavier's they know the first rush of minds developed by sun and surroundings, as they know the half-collapse that sets in at twenty-two or twenty-three.

We all lose our innocence soon enough; it's inescapable. Most of us aren't emotionally or intellectually ready for it until our thirties or even later, however, so when one loses it prematurely, in childhood and adolescence, through divorce or the sudden early death of a parent, it can leave one fixated on that loss for a lifetime. Because it's premature, it feels unnatural, violent and unnecessary, a permanent, gratuitous wounding, and it leaves one angry at the world

The grown-up is only a thin coat of chocolate over the hard nut of the child. Whatever you were as a kid, you still are when the chocolate gets licked off or scraped off.

Ruso, perched on the edge of Gnostus's operating table, looked the stringy youth up and down and wondered if young men were getting stupider or whether he had been just as much of a fool at that age.