Quotes About Maturity

And when you're young you want to fit in. Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.

I had to comport myself with something approaching dignity, at twenty.

I was a voracious reader, but part of what that taught me was that I was nowhere near as scholarly as I wanted to be. I was precocious, but how many years beyond your teens can you be called that with sincerity?

Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.)

I give a little wave back because it's more mature then giving him the finger.

What was he thinking about? He was old, but he hasn't found peace. Had he realized that a long life didn't automatically bestow wisdom?

Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.

The trick is growing up without growing old.

I have lived to be above that sort of thing.

The saddest thing was actually getting fed up with one another. It's like growing up in a family. When you get to a certain age, you want to go off and get your own girl and your own car, split up a bit.

Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.

Colleges don't make fools. They only develop them.

There are questions I'm still not wise enough to answer, just wise enough to no longer ask.

Finding Money Maturity means resolving your inner conflicts around money. It really comes down to discovering a sense of ease around money.

The human individual is equipped to learn and go on learning prodigiously from birth to death, and this is precisely what sets him or her apart from all other known forms of life.

At age 50, every man has the face he deserves.

Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage.

The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.

Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up.

Boys believe nothing can harm them, his doubt whispered. Grown men know better.