Quotes About Maturity

Hey, Tink," Reed called to his wife. He'd given up on the poker game and was cradling the little pink handle that was Mariah Savage in his arms. "Look how cute she is. I think I want one. S'pose we can stop by Walmart and pick up one just like her.?" Chrystal glanced up from her cards and gave her husband a look. "Three o'clock feedings. Smelly diapers. Responsability." "Oh. Right. I'd have to grow up.

How many of us are the same as we were at seventeen? Or even at twenty-five? We learn, we grow, and hopefully become better and wiser women. That's not something to regret. It's something to celebrate.

Maybe deep down inside we were all still in our formative years. Maybe it was never too late for any of us to change.

Juliana's a year older than me, but she sometimes seems younger - mostly because she's the opposite of cynical and I'm the opposite of the opposite of cynical.

To get mad at being called a "little boy" is a proof that you indeed are one

She is insolently grown-up for her size. I suspect the influence of unsupervised reading.

Being filled with the Holy Spirit, then, is a matter of obedience to the Word of God. The filling of the Spirit that all experienced at Pentecost was a matter of a promise being fulfilled. Today, the believer is to be filled in obedience to the command of Ephesians 518, continuously, not merely by a single, crisis experience. The Christian life is a growth process toward maturity.

The love of nature comes with maturing years and is one of the few compensations for growing old.

Information's pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.

Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

As coisas estavam de algum modo tão boas que podiam se tornar muito ruins porque o que amadurece plenamente pode apodrecer.

Um domingo de tarde sozinha em casa dobrei-me em dois para a frente - como em dores de parto - e vi que a menina em mim estava morrendo. Nunca esquecerei esse domingo. Para cicatrizar levou dias. E eis-me aqui. Dura, silenciosa e heróica. Sem menina dentro de mim.

No soporté más y estoy confensando que ya sabía una verdad que nunca tuvo utilidad y aplicación, y que tendría miedo de aplicar, pues no soy lo bastante adulta para saber usar una verdad sin destruirme.

no soy lo bastante adulta para saber usar una verdad sin destruirme.

I was no longer a little girl with a book: I was a woman with her lover.

Criara em troca algo enfim compreensível, uma vida de adulto. Assim ela o quisera e escolhera.

Ik had de moet niet om geen belofte meer te zijn en bleef mezelf beloven, als een volwassene die de moed niet heeft om in te zien dat hij volwassen is en doorgaat zichzelf rijpheid te beloven.

Ik had de moed niet om geen belofte meer te zijn en bleef mezelf beloven, als een volwassene die de moed niet heeft om in te zien dat hij volwassen is en doorgaat zichzelf rijpheid te beloven.

But I'm exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.

A stockbroker urged me to buy a stock that would triple its value every year. I told him, "At my age, I don't even buy green bananas."

Con los años no es que se profundice lo peor de uno, sino que por fin sale a la luz.

I wasn't really eight anymore. The day you know danger and fear, and know that you are alone, is the day you grow, if not up, then old.

To write all things in a book is to leave a sword in the hands of a child.