Quotes About Maturity

One of the problems with hip hop is lack of infrastructure and not being able to control its own course. I don't like that hip hop is full of infantile 35-year-olds. Hip hop cannot afford to be lazy.

We have domesticated God's transcendence. We often learn about God at about the same time as we are learning about Santa Claus but our ideas about Santa Claus change, mature and become more nuanced, whereas our ideas of God can remain at a rather infantile level.

Then what is it about?" Marlowe staggered back to his feet, and Louis-Cesare hit him again. "I don't like his face." "Oh, that's mature.

I've been young & dumb, and if I were never called out on it I would now be older and dumber.

The twenty years you inflicted on me were the juiciest years of my life.

It was amazing to see the actual moment when Denny the boy became Denny the man. I admit that I had a case of Jew envy. It's possible I always will.

When I turned fifty, a friend told me that one of the great joys of aging is no longer needing outside validation.

The patient must acquire the capacity to assume responsibility for himself, in the sense of feeling himself the active, responsible force in his life, capable of making decisions and of taking the consequences. With this goes an acceptance of responsibility toward others, a readiness to recognize obligations in whose value he believes, whether they relate to his children, parents, friends, employees, colleagues, community, or country.

You're] Too impatient to let anything brew to its full strength. What have I always told you? You have to raise a skeleton one bone at a time afore you can set it dancing,

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

One day, kid, you'll be willing to mortgage your fucking soul for somebody." "I don't think you should say fucking around me. In case you forgot, I'm only fourteen, And news flash, dude,I've got no soul. There aren't any banks. And there isn't any currency. Ergo. Never. Going. To. Happen." "I'm not sure you could be any more full of yourself." I cut him a smug look. "I'm willing to try.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

He sees her like I do: at seventeen, twenty, thirty. Superimposed over the fourteen-year-old, he sees the woman she'll become. And he's staking claim. Over. my. Dead. Fucking. Body. And I can't die.

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there'd be days like these. How could nobody tell me there'd be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?

She's thirteen. Time will remedy that.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

Please tell me we don't grow up and turn into the adults that drive us crazy.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Oh, the cockiness of youth. How I missed mine.

You didn't warn me enough. I'm only fourteen! I don't know everything! I can't know everything! You're older! You're supposed to warn me about stuff!

We look at each other commiserating, because grown-ups are so fecked up and we're never going to turn out like them.

Ain't too young for nothing." "In some societies that would be true. Different places. Different times. You'd be old enough to be a wife and mother.

He leaned fully against me and I gasped. "Sometimes it's over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all.

I was starting to realize how much the presence of a child could make adults act more like adults.