Quotes About Maturity

Because a fellow can see ever now and then that children have more sense than him. But he dont like to admit it to them until they have beards.

Ellen was in her late thirties, plump, her face unblemished still. It was as though whatever marks being in the world had left upon it up to the time the aunt vanished had been removed from between the skeleton and the skin, between the sum of experience and the envelope in which it resides, by intervening years of annealing and untroubled flesh.

I'm fifty; all I know is that people nineteen years old will do anything, and that the only thing which makes the adult world at all safe from them is the fact that they are so preconceived of success that the simple desire and will are the finished accomplishment, that they pay no attention to mere dull mechanical details.

When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not yet be old enough to desire the fruits of it, which is not innocence but appetite; his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it, which is not ignorance but size.

looking out upon the whatever ogreworld of that quiet village street with the air of children born too late into their parents' lives and doomed to contemplate all human behavior through the complex and needless follies of adults

the idea (not mine: your great-grandfather's) being that even at eleven a man should already have behind him one year of paying for, assuming responsibility for, the space he occupied, the room he took up, in the world's (Jefferson, Mississippi's, anyway) economy.

Because a fellow can see ever now and then that children have more sense than him. But he don't like to admit it to them until they have beards. After they have a beard, they are too busy because they don't know if they'll ever quite make it back to where they were in sense before they was haired, so you dont mind admitting then to folks that are worrying about the same thing that aint worth the worry that you are yourself.

Eu ouvira dizer que, como surfista, envelhecer era apenas o processo longo e lento de humilhação de se transformar em um iniciante outra vez.

Still, I wondered what Sam, mental illness and all, might have to tell us about adulthood. Why, for example, did it seem to be always receding as a concept, even as we got older?

None of us grew but the business.

The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life.

Grownups know things," said Piggy. "They ain't afraid of the dark. They'd meet and have tea and discuss. Then things 'ud be all right—

I got this to say. you are acting like a crowd of kids.

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grown-ups would do.

Bu, bir vahÅŸiydi. Ve bu vahÅŸinin kiÅŸiliÄŸi, eskiden k?sa pantolon ve gömlek giyen çocuÄŸun kiÅŸiliÄŸiyle özdeÅŸleÅŸemiyordu.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.

Butch: Y'know, when I was a kid, I always figured on being a hero when I grew up. Sundance: Too late now. Butch: You didn't have to say that—what'd you have to say that for?

los intelectuales no pueden ser insufribles, sino hasta después de que hayan cumplido los veinticinco años; eso está en nuestros estatutos.»

She was intelligent enough to realize that her excitement was childish, but not mature enough to care.

As he got older, Billy suspected, he would, Dicaprio-like, simply become like an increasingly wizened child.

Experience is a comb which nature gives to men when they are bald

It is a pity the spirit does not grow old too.

Do not be in a hurry to rush into the pleasures of the world like the young antelope who danced herself lame when the main dance was yet to come.

I don't care about age very much.