Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray

I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms,...

Mam said I was growing up. I felt that I was dying.

It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don’t have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and...

I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.

It took me ages to grow into being a woman, into being happy with it.

By the time we began to understand enough about what the world to ask the right questions, our visit is over, and someone else is visiting, asking the same questions.

But for a long time, and probably far too long, I had a secret wish: the adolescently romantic idea that there was someone out there for me; someone I hadn’t met yet who would ask...

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to...

Jeeter?” Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Are you awake?” She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn’t sleep. He always answered her call...

One longs and longs to be grown up, doesn’t one?,” she said, “I dreamed of being eighteen and having a Season and meeting handsome gentlemen even apart from Dominic and falling in love with them...

My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

As a child there’s a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong...

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

I think it all basically breaks down to something like this: You have to look and feel great first. If you eat well, exercise and get enough sleep, you will have ample energy and the...

You know your children are growing up when they stop asking you where they came from and refuse to tell you where they’re going.

Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings.

Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that the modern world is sorely lacking in imagination. And grown-ups are the biggest culprits of all.

It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

You lost your innocence when you grew up, all right, everyone knew that, but did you have to lose your hope, as well?

She knew him in that way you can only know a person as a child. Like if you cracked away the adult shell, you’d find that child, happily sitting inside, smiling at you.

If you are to be, you must begin by assuming responsibility.

Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to.

Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero.

When I was about nine, my siblings and I fell out of our moving van at an intersection. My dad didn’t notice for about five blocks. It was back before seat belts. It was also...

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.

Only when you are grown up, perhaps only when you have children yourself, do you fully understand that your own parents had a full and intricate existence before you were born.

To say that I grew up without parents is a lie, because I haven’t grown up yet. Also, all six of my potential parental candidates are still alive.

My head is in another dimension. My feet are talking to their soles. My nose is detecting a hint of sweaty, overpumped poon. There’s a spider corpse perpetually hanging on the wall next to my...

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful,...

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron...

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

Laura knew then that she was not a little girl any more. Now she was alone; she must take care of herself. When you must do that, then you do it and you are grown...

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you’re young. But I don’t think we make any fewer when we’re grown up

I’m not sure I’ll ever know the meaning of life or what comes for us after death, but I know it’s more than the hysteria people make it out to be. It’s about freeing your...

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

Dad?””What?” A small bird rises from a tree in front of us.”What should I be when I grow up?”The bird disappears over a far ridge. I don’t know what to say. “Honest,” I finally say.

One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed)

[Kasem is] a legend, a guy I used to listen to growing up. And not only listen to, but pretended to be,

…Alright, Mandy Valems,” Alecto agreed.

A lot of childhood effort, worry, and whispering goes into cracking the codes of adult life. Children have to be accomplished spies.

Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be...

I was going to be a memory when I grew up.

My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the...

When you’re finally a grown-up, one of the things you find is that there are no grown-ups.

As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle apeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable, these things happened as people got older–Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living...

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone...

We had so many dreams as children. Where do they go when we grow? Are they swallowed up by the mundane things of everyday life? Or do we lose them, leave them behind us in...