When you grow up, who you were as a teenager either takes on a mythical importance or it’s completely laughable. I wanted to be the kind of person who wiped those years away; instead, I feared, they defined me.
It’s hard at times, but it makes a kid strong in ways that most people can’t understand. Teaches them that even though people are left behind, new ones will inevitably take their place; that every place has something good—and bad—to offer. It makes a kid grow up fast.
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.[quoted from Wilhelm Stekel]
If it had grown up, it would have been a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.[she said to herself]
How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grown-up, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.[Странно, отчего, когда я был ребенком, я старался быть похожим на большого, а с тех пор, как перестал быть им, часто желал быть похожим на него.]
All grown-ups were just children carefully putting on their grown-up disguises each day and then acting accordingly.