Quotes About Maturity

Boys with their first beards can be a thorough pain in the neck.

He's a young man, my own age or a little older, which is young for a man although not for a woman

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too - leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.

But compassion takes work, and we were young.

After a certain point, the ravages of experience reverse themselves; we put on innocence with advancing age, at least in the minds of others.

She's certainly old enough," said Aunt Vidala. "We have taught her all we can. If they stay in school too long, they become disruptive.

Context is all; or is it ripeness? One or the other.

You'll learn about all of that when you're old enough," Aunt Vidala would say. All of that: the Handmaids were part of all of that. Something bad, then; something damaging, or something damaged, which might be the same thing.

I was wise enough never to grow up, while fooling people into believing I had.

What's broken is broken—and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

She was a woman now and youth was gone.

Be a little man, Wade, and stop crying or I will come over there and slap you.

My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, I'm sorry, all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief

As to why I have made no further advances,' he pursued blandly, as though she had not signified that the conversation was at an end, 'I am waiting for you to grow up a little more. You see, it wouldn't be much fun for me to kiss you now and I'm quite selfish about my pleasures. I never fancied kissing children.

She was seeing things with new eyes for, somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which had lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone.

People are looking to have more meaning in their lives. It is a sign the technology community is coming of age.

You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

Just because we grew up with the Internet, we think that the Internet is all grown up.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.

In Your Early Years people Tell You, Correct You and Forgive You. But when you become an Adult, they Neither Correct you nor Forgive You

It is better to love truly at seventeen than pretend at thirty.

Are you thankful for not being young?' 'Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?

Count your summers, not your winters.