Quotes About Maturity

Is it true then that grownups have a more difficult time here than we do? No. I know it isn't. Older people have formed their opinions about everything, and don't waver before they act. It's twice as hard of us young ones to hold our ground, and maintain our opinions, in a time when all ideals are bing shattered and destroyed, when people are showing their worst side, and do not know whether to believe in truth and right and God.

It seems to me that, later on, neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the chatterings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl…

I'm not a baby or a spoiled darling any more, to be laughed at, whatever she does. I have my own views, plans, and ideas, though I can't put them into words yet. Oh, so many things bubble up inside me as I lie in bed, having to put up with people I'm fed up with, who always misinterpret my intentions.

Îmi dau seama c? o etap? din ea s-a încheiat definitiv: perioada f?r? griji È™i necazuri a anilor de È™coal? nu se mai întoarce niciodat?. Nici m?car n-o regret, am dep??it stadiul ?sta, nu pot s? fac doar tâmpenii, o p?rticic? din mine îÈ™i p?streaz? mereu gravitatea.

Azi-diminea?? am înÈ›eles c? nu s-a schimbat nimic, dimpotriv?, în timp ce am crescut È™i m-am maturizat, a crescut È™i iubirea din mine.

Why do grownups quarrel so easily, so much, and over the most idiotic things? Up till now I thought that only children squabbled and that wore off as you grew up.

A person of fifty-four who is still so pedantic and small-minded must be so by nature, and will never improve.

To begin with, Margot's a girl, and girls are always more mature than boys.

Well, Anne, you still have a lot to learn. It's time you made a beginning, instead of looking down at other people and always blaming them!

I'm surprised at my childish innocence. Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

Every child has to raise itself." Parents can only advise their children or point them in the right direction. Ultimately, people shape their own characters.

I've gained some insight into human nature since I came here, which is good, but I've had enough for the present.

Prettiness fades after a few years, but elegance only increases with age.

I am all the ages I've ever been.

After a while the middle-aged person who lives in her head begins to talk to her soul, the kid.

Growing up is not going nearly as efficiently as I had hoped.

Age has given me the gift of me, it just gave me what I was always longing for, which was to get to be the woman I've already dreamt of being. Which is somebody who can do rest and do hard work and be a really constant companion, a constant tender-hearted wife to myself.

My theory is that, as with our children, as with every surface of that geodesic dome inside the 8-Ball, every age we've ever been is who we are.

Forgiveness, I know now, is maturity. Mercy is maturity. It's slow release, like certain medicines. It's incremental, like traveling along the spiral chambers of a nautilus.

got dropped off at the airport in a better mood than I had arrived in. In the third third of life, you may become just as miserable and prickly as ever, but you cycle through more quickly. You remember other dark nights of the soul and how by dawn they always broke. You discover that everything helps you learn who you are, and that this is why we are here. You roll your eyes at yourself more gently. You sigh and go make yourself a cup of tea.

We contain all the ages we have ever been.

Tom said either you learn to live with paradox and ambiguity or you'll be 6 years old for the rest of your life.

They taught me that maturity was the ability to live with unresolved problems.

I came into this world with mercy for nearly everyone, everywhere, and for all cats and dogs at the pound. A fat lot of good it did me. By five years old, I had migraines and the first signs of OCD. By about age six, along with innocence and wonder and truth, I put away childish things. They said to, the people in charge of keeping me alive. I did.