Growing Up Quotes - Page 10

... but I believe that music can change a life, because it changed mine.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

Win or lose, good or bad, the experience will change you.

We really don't get to understand /why/ most of the time. It's true.

I think about how maybe it's not things that change but people that change, and maybe that's the change everyone is really talking about.

It was like adults had their own little world that we weren't allowed to be a part of, and it didn't make sense because we were part of the world, too.

Jump, when they say, and ask, how high? It is the only way to truly fit in. And who would want to be any different?

People and birds were alike. Things happened that hurt them or made their lives harder. All the time. But losing someone or something important didn't mean the end of everything. It meant you had to find a new way to do things.

Why is a caterpillar wrapped in silk while it changes into a butterfly? So the other caterpillars can't hear the screams. Change hurts

I think people make their own faces, as they grow.

That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget.

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.

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

It’s called ”being an artist” for a reason; it’s something YOU ARE. It’s how you live. It’s WHO you are. How you spend your life and what you leave behind.

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

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

I've loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn't change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child. It grew with every new longing of my body and desire until there was not a piece of me that did not love him. And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.

They sealed this promise by hooking pinkies, the way they used to, long ago, when promises didn't hurt as much.

How do we deal with all the people we’ve been? What happens when we have to confront them?

We're about to hit that age when we'll be too exhausted to maintain friendships, and the days of hanging out will be long behind us.