Quotes About Maturity

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Yes, September, We have all of us got it jumbled up. You never feel so grown up as when you are eleven, and never so young and unsure as when you are forty. That is why time is a rotten jokester and no one aught to let him in to dinner.

And that is the last lesson of childhood: You spend all your years fighting against the injustice of big folk and their big rules until you are ready to rule yourself.

You're grown--crooked and backbent, but grown--and it's time to stop hanging your heart on your mother.

I savor bitterness — it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. You, too, must learn to prefer it. After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance.

September laughed and her laugh sounded like a roar; as if she had never been able to properly laugh in her whole life, only giggle or chuckle or grin, and now that she could do it right, now that her laughing had grown up and put bells on, it had become the most boisterous, rowdy roar you ever heard.

September suddenly realized something. "But Ell, Orrery begins with O! How can you know so much about it?" The Wyverary soared high, his neck stretching into a long red ribbon, full of words and pies and relief and flying. "I'm growing up!" he cried.

You never feel so grown up as when you are eleven, and never so young and unsure as when you are forty. That

They were all very young, really, too young for all they had seen, but too old not to have seen it.

Children must practice disappointment when they are young, so that when they are grown, it will not go so hard with them.

We may also take a moment to feel a little sorry for her, for having a heart leads to the peculiar griefs of the grown.

This is what a grown-up looks like, thought September. Not like the grown-ups in my world who look sad and disappointed and grimy with work and bored with everything.

POOR Catullus, 'tis time you should cease your folly, and account as lost what you see is lost.

But then again, I was not fifteen anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.

We have grown older together, trapped in the aspic of our age gap.

The moment a child answers the question 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' he is halfway to being an adult.

plans." To be sure, illusions have their function. Small children often need security blankets to soothe their fears. Yet for the mature adult, a high need for certainty can be a dangerous thing. It prevents us from learning to face the uncertainty pervading our lives. As hard as we try, we cannot make our lives risk-free the way we make our milk fat-free.

Old birds are hard to pluck.

They didn't really have a childhood. Just them and Mom and then her liver went and she died and it was just them. Except they never learned to be grown-ups. And they never learned to be just kids, either. Stuck in never-never land. Kinda sad.

Over time, and perhaps because of his contact with human beings, the Doctor mellowed and became less irascible. But his brilliance and his passion for justice remained undiminished. …

Until age forty a man has the face he was born with, at forty he has the face he deserves." George

Every once in a while, you live long enough to get the respect that people didn't want to give while you were trying to become a senior citizen.

The young can be so unreasonable in what they expect from

It's a fallacy to believe that age in itself brings wisdom, but one thing it infallibly brings is experience.