Quotes About Maturity

Nobody can be a real princess--do not imagine you have yet been anything more than a mock one--until she is a princess over herself, that is, until, when she finds herself unwilling to do the thing that is right, she makes herself do it. So long as any mood she is in makes her do the thing she will be sorry for when that mood is over, she is a slave, and not a princess.

It matters little where a man may be at this moment; the point is whether he is growing.

Who knows what harm may be done to a man by hurrying a spiritual process in him?

The second childhood, at which the fool jeers, is the better, the truer, the fuller childhood, growing strong to cast off altogether, with the husk of its own enveloping age, that of its family, its country, its world as well. Age is not all decay. It is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

There is a childhood into which we have to grow, just as there is a childhood which we must leave behind; a childlikeness which is the highest gain of humanity, and a childishness from which but few of those who are counted the wisest among men, have freed themselves in their imagined progress towards the reality of things.

Age is not all decay: it is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

There are who never learn to see anything except in its relation to themselves, nor that relation except as fancied by themselves; and, this being a withering habit of mind, they keep growing drier, and older, and smaller, and deader, the longer they live--thinking less of other people, and more of themselves and their past experience, all the time as they go on withering.

he was always too much of a man to want to look like a man by imitating men. That is unmanly. A boy who wants to look like a man is not a manly boy, and men do not care for his company. A true boy is always welcome to a true man, but a would-be man is better on the other side of the wall.

Hurry Who knows what harm may be done to a man by hurrying a spiritual process in him?

it wasn't that I'd grown any braver as I got older - the reverse if anything

At 50, everyone has the face he deserves.

He slowed his pace a little. He was thirty and there was grey in his hair, yet he had a queer feeling that he had only just grown up. It occured to him that he was merely repeating the destiny of every human being. Everyone rebels against the money-code, and everyone sooner or later surrenders. He had kept up his rebellion a little longer than most, that was all. And he had made such a wretched failure of it!

She was very young...she still expected something from life, she did not understand that to push an inconvenient person over a cliff solves nothing.

All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes.

He had reached the age when the future ceases to be a rosy blur and becomes actual and menacing.

Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.

Every man has the face he deserves at fifty

Every man has the face they deserve at fifty

I would be guided by the wisdom of age and not by the inexperience of youth.

Te voy a decir estas cosas que quieres saber porque me estoy convirtiendo en un viejo, y a una lengua vieja le gusta menearse.

And when youth comes to age for advice he receives the wisdom of years.

My mother declared that I was so sensible that they were not called upon to treat me like a child. The poor woman did not realize that she herself was much more of a child than I.

I could see that, over the years, my babies would slowly transform into selfish-dick babies, then selfish-dick toddlers, kids, teenagers, and adults, with me all that time skulking around like some unclean suspect uncle.

When I was young and irresponsible, I was young and irresponsible.