Growing up changes morethan playground gamesand body shapes.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

I won’t say ours was a tough school, but we had our own coroner. We used to write essays like “What I’m Going to be If I Grow Up

The older I get the more mixed up life seems. When you’re little, it’s all so plain. It’s all laid out like a game ready to play. You think you know exactly how it’s going...

You move on. You move back. On because you’re always getting older, back because there’s always a set of habits and routines to catch you and suck you back in when your guard is down.

Youth is but the painted shell within which, continually growing, lives that wondrous thing the spirit of a man, biding its moment of apparition, earlier in some than in others.

I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years — across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break...

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

Where’d the days go, when all we did was play? And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all just a run and a jump into a harmless fall

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.

One of the greatest tragedies of growing up is the discovery that your parents- and your teachers, and your sports heroes, and your favorite actors, singers, YouTube sensations- are fallible. Adults don’t know all, and...

It’s not always easy being her daughter.’ I think,’ she said, ‘sometimes it’s hard no matter whose daughter you are.

And I realized that some things just don’t work that way. Life isn’t a fairy tail. And the person you fall in love with doesn’t always love you back. But that’s ok, because at the...

She has given me a way out.

Ah man. I remember the days of lying to my mother about a boy. Once I had a boy hidden in the closet and of course Mom wouldn’t leave, so I finally had to pretend...

I nodded again, but I knew I would not grow up to drive a bulldozer. It would be awful to be dirty all day like these men. I didn’t say it, but at best I...

How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing...

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte

The moment you realize that life will hurt more than your death. While existing, we’re forced to become acquainted with sadness. There’s no antibiotic for the ridding of distress, and no alleviation of these intervals...

Maybe you never stop feeling like an eight-year-old in front of your parents. You resolve to be your mature self, to react in this considered way rather than that elemental way, to breathe evenly from...

I am a kind of joke, but the question is: which kind? My job is to keep everyone guessing.

The way surviving hard winters makes a tree grows stronger, the growth rings inside it tighter

I was happy, but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they...

Because…sometimes I think you meet people and they make you better, even if you’re not with them forever.

Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.

I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult inside as I look outside.

They resumed walking. Alex felt an ache in his eyes and throat. “I don’t know what happened to me,” he said, shaking his head. “I honestly don’t.”Bennie glanced at him, a middle-aged man with chaotic...

Even if we try to conform to ideals and strive for perfection, we will always be pulled back to our core identity because it’s the path of least resistance for our souls – an energy...

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for...

You can hide things from the world, but you can never hide things from time.

You can believe what you’ve been told. You can imagine in vivid detail the things explained to you. You may even feel emotions assumed to accompany the related experience. But you absolutely cannot know something...

It’s alright, just wait and see, your string of lights is still bright to me. Who you are is not where you’ve been. You’re still an innocent. It’s okay life is a tough crowd, 32...

He knows that if his father had been a different man, or his mother another women, he would have been the same. He would have lived all his years the same way. They played no...

Ready, fire, aim.

We got a saying around here about our corn, ‘it grows knee-high by the Fourth of July.

The modern view seems to me to involve a false conception of growth. They accuse us of arrested development because we have not lost a taste we had in childhood. But surely arrested development consists...

Since when do you look out for me? You really have grown up.””Had to happen sometime,” I say.

By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and...

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...