I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not...

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own...

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

Al met al kun je gerust stellen dat je ongestoord een vrouw kunt worden, met jongens kunt vrijen, ontmaagd kunt worden, voor het eerst met een jongen naar bed kunt gaan […] zonder een ander,...

Sometimes you have to grow up before you appreciate how you grew up.

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.

Don’t give up all your romance, Anne,” he whispered shyly, “a little bit is a good thing – not too much, of course, but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

Occasionally, events in one’s life become clearer through the prism of experience, a phrase which simply means that things tend to be clearer as time goes on. For instance, when a person is just born,...

I read once, somewhere, that the way you know you’ve grown up is when your future death becomes a stone in your shoe: when you feel it with every step.

I sobbed harder into Mom’s chest. I chose not to waste time explaining that it was okay—even fun—to play with Bran while we were in first and second grade. Now, the idea of hanging out...

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

Sometimes you have to let go a little bit and travel the path of least resistance but this doesn’t mean that you quit when things get tough, as you are working towards a goal! It...

We make people into Gods, desperate that they never leave us and hopeful that someday, if we ever deserve it, maybe they’ll love us back even half way.

We can’t go back, Alexa”, he said. ” We can’t go back once we’ve started growing up, and the world can’t be made simple again.

You can’t make me be nice.You can’t make me be good.You can’t make me believe.But your example, your kindness, your patience and love will affect me perhaps enough that eventually I may choose to do...

Every single person is vulnerable to unexpected defeat in this inmost emotional self. At every moment, behind the most efficient seeming adult exterior, the whole world of the person’s childhood is being carefully held like...

I’d ask you to be careful tomorrow, if I thought you’d listen to me,’ I said to him.He looked sympathetic but annoyed. ‘Mum, I’m not a baby anymore.’ Then sensing that I was on the...

It’s as if once you hit high school, you’re programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.

There is no night porter wandering about in King’s. The authorities pay you the compliment, ugly gate-crasher, of treating you as a grown-up. And since we are not grown-up you and I, we will perform...

We need to go through this; this is all part of growing up.

To become a man is to carry out your word because you gave your word. And your word is you as a man.” – The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz

A Fairy must make her own way in the world, for the world will never make way for her. That, incidentally, is the First Theorem of Questing Physicks, which you’ll learn all about when you’re...

At fifteen, I have taken up the burdens of a woman, and have come to feel I am one. Furthermore, I am glad of it. For I now no longer have the time to fall...

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other...

in the know” assured me that they were beautiful.

A child, like your stomach, doesn’t need all you can afford to give it.

Dorastać znaczy stawać się bardziej nikczemnym

Growing up is when you understand you get what you give, not what you’re given.

Life is brief, young maiden, fall in love; before the crimson bloom fades from your lips, before the tides of passion cool within your hips, for those of you who know no tomorrow. (Gondola no...

We’re growing up and I don’t like it,” said Tacy, as they say at Heinz’s later, drinking coffee.

I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them – a mother’s approval, a father’s nod – are...

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he’d have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious egg if he’d had a therapist, and the dream made him wish he...

As a teen-ager growing up there weren’t things to watch,

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my youth was ending in an explosion of unreal passion. Memories like these make my life sacred and holy.

Some people grow up with issues because they did not have their parents around growing up, many others have issues because their parents were around growing up

You learn, finally, that you’ll die, and so you try to hang on to your own life, that gentle, naive kid you used to be, but then after a while the sentiment takes over, and...

When you lose your ego, you win. It really is that simple.

For years I was deathly afraid of my own weaknesses, but when I closed my eyes and let myself be vulnerable to them it allowed miracles to take place. Miracles that were only alive when...

How Horrid” has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror–puberty, public disgrace–then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing.

I felt for the first time, maybe ever, how much harder it was to be the adults. And I wasn’t sure I could do that when it was my turn.

I didn’t begin life hating my grandmother. Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.

It’s hard to have done all one’s growing up since 33 — but that’s a damn sight better than not growing up at all.

All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.

The monsters were never under our bed, but in the forest our future.

We’re from two opposite backgrounds, but whatever’s inside of him, from his core growing up, there’s a quality I like in that he enjoys the game still as a kid. I think that’s important at...