Quotes About Maturity

I thought I was learning to live; I was only learning to die.

My dad's probably one of the kindest people in the world. When I was younger that's not how I was- I was a little spoiled brat.

As we educate a child -- removing out of its path those obstacles over which we ourselves, in early days, have stumbled, and strengthening its mind with the aid of our own matured experience -- we, as it were, construct a new and better replica of ourselves, and thus enable the race to move slowly, but surely, forward towards the ultimate goal of existence -- towards perfection.

People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.

When a well-educated young man first enters society he is liable to commit many errors which the world term childish, simply because he has not yet learned how childish grown men really are

Me gustan los viejos: no es una diarrea sentimental, como diría ese barbarote de Samuel Tesler. Los viejos me gustan como las flores marchitas, los frutos pasados, los otoños y los anocheceres, las cosas en trance final y en víspera de metamorfosis

Request an apology when you believe you deserve one, but don't get in a tug of war about it. Instead, be a role model and tender a genuine apology yourself when an apology is due. Your willingness to apologize can be contagious and models maturity for your partner. Also, your non-apologizing partner may use a nonverbal way to reconnect after a fight, defuse the tension, or show you he's in a new place and wants to repair a disconnection. Accept the olive branch however it's offered.

Simon Templar, with the old careless swashbuckling days behind him, more stern and sober, playing bigger games than he had ever touched before – yet with the light of all the old ideals in blue eyes that would never grow old, and all the old laughing hell-for-leather recklessness waiting for his need.

I could see the sadness in Jan's smile. "You've been through a lot. There's some age you can't count by years. You know how they cut a slice from a tree and count the rings? You got a lot of rings inside that trunk of yours. You know what? I think it's time I stopped calling you kid. You stopped being a kid a long time ago.

Past all the silliness of youth -- with its insecurities, cheap thrills, and ill-fitting identities -- lies the snug comfort of age.

It is impossible to be spiritually mature when we are emotionally unhealthy.

The book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty -- and vice versa.

A man above thirty cannot enter into the wild visions of an enthusiastic girl.

The power of young Joy, like that of young Love, does not travel far on the dusty road of life in general.

And I'm not as young as I once was. At my age, I don't have time to be bored.

The problem with growing up is that once you're grown up, the people who aren't grown up aren't fun anymore.

This was a double game: he was trying to save his childhood, to preserve it and trap it in amber, but to do that he was calling on things that partook of the world beyond childhood, whose touch would leave him even less innocent than he already was. What would that make him? Neither a child nor an adult, neither innocent nor wise. Perhaps that is what a monster is.

Wishes are for children," Jane Chatwin said. "I grew up.

Free Trader Beowulf—you had to be at least forty and a recovering pen-and-paper role-playing-gamer to get the reference, but it was apt. Google it.

Age is wasted on the young. Just like youth.

She was young enough that all she had to do was kid things, but she was also getting old enough that she wanted to do more than play games and pretend.

But it wasn't going to kill him. It wasn't sexy, but it was real, and that was what mattered now. No more fantasies—that was life after Fillory.

Kids are not physical creatures, and they're not stupid. They know all about violence and power and raw emotions. What's really scary is when adults pretend that such things don't exist." (Grossman's review of The Hunger Games in "Time" magazine, Sept. 7, 2009)

Because, see, any amount of intimate there would be, you know—" Chelsea wrung her hands frantically. "Squick." "I don't know," Lucy said loyally, raising the flag for the backlash to the backlash. "I mean, come on, guys. He's only what—forty?" "He's thirty," Plum said. "Sorry. It's hard to tell with the, you know, the hair. I just meant that we're not in Humbert Humbert territory here.