Coming Of Age Quotes

“On the end of my bed. He’s short, round and bald, with a tartan loin cloth, and what looks like a spout on the top of his head,’ Bryony said. ‘You flatter me,’ came the snide male voice. ‘But it’s a valve.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“The rhythmic motion of the silent paddlers carried her, with a sense of inevitability, to her new life as she heard the Twin Otter take off behind her. There was no turning back now, and Connie gripped the sides of the canoe, her heart beating and her hands sweating.”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“As she was putting her boots on Daisy threw a barb over her shoulder that struck Connie right in the middle of her chest. ‘Grow up, Connie! This place is not for faint-hearted romantics!”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“Connie followed the tracks of Daisy’s skidoo, passing giant, rosy pink mountains of snow which cast long grey shadows over the ground ahead of them. The sheer vastness of this multicoloured wilderness was hard to comprehend, and Connie was aware of herself and Daisy, speeding along, mere specks in the landscape.”
― Sheena Billett, From Manchester to the Arctic: Nurse Sanders embarks on an adventure that will change her life

“After hearing the boy scream, the cats formed their pyramid in front of the glass door. Belle turned the handle while Harry and the others pushed the door open. They scrambled in and searched the room and small bathroom and shower. Bombarded with the boy’s scent, the cats continued to search. He had to be somewhere. A knock on the door startled the animals. Belle ran to the door and sniffed. “Food,” she whispered. “Must be for the boy.” “We must find that boy,” Harry said. “If the human enters, they will find us. Quickly, everyone, show time!” One-by-one, the cats crawled under the bed sheet and maneuvered between the opened books. “Just as in The Catman’s act,” Curry said, trying not to snicker. “Hush!” Belle scolded. Two moved upward, two downward, two to the right, and three to the left. Belle and Harry crouched in the middle. Allie crawled to the pillow and poked out her back and head. With her ears lowered, only her straggling black hair could be seen.”
― Mary K. Savarese, The Girl In The Toile Wallpaper

“Each time a person’s essence was captured, the copper pot glowed. Not once did the happy couples notice the pot as Joroku’s golden nails carved the intricate design. Just like when he cut the silhouette for Lyly and her friend, Patrick. They were too much in love to feel their souls bleed.”
― Mary K. Savarese, The Girl In The Toile Wallpaper

“There is time on this greener earth for girls to ripen into themselves; what they'll do with that is beyond anyone's knowing, seeing as they are not limited to anger versus dinner, seriousness versus sentiment, survival versus all life's rampancy. They can choose.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“What we had that day was our story. We didn’t have the other bit, the future, and we had no way of knowing what that would be like. Perhaps it would change our memory of all this, or perhaps it would draw from it, nobody knew. But I’m sure I felt the story of that hall and how we reached it would never vanish.”
― Andrew O'Hagan, Mayflies

“What would it be like if we stayed the same together, the only two people in the world who didn't change? Never had to grow up and go away?”
― Emma Saska, March & Feather

“Maybe the world hadn’t ended at all. Maybe it was just beginning.”
― Candice Jarrett, Mortal Tether

“My heart was doing Double Dutch until the look on Liam’s face tripped it up.

His blue eyes were clouded with something I couldn’t quite recognize before he lowered his gaze to the floor.”
― Candice Jarrett, Mortal Tether

“Denny wrapped one arm around me, and I was suddenly warm despite the chill in the air. My heart was doing Double Dutch until the look on Liam’s face tripped it up.

His blue eyes were clouded with something I couldn’t quite recognize before he lowered his gaze to the floor.”
― Candice Jarrett, Mortal Tether

“I'm having a mid-life crisis and I'm note even twenty.”
― Dylana Alleyne

“Funny how little things seem to weigh a ton when you carry them long enough.”
― Candice Jarrett, Mortal Tether

“And yet it was important that Zachary be squished. The kid had been given his own practice room, a cubicle space lined with eggshell foam and scattered with more guitars than Katz had owned in 30 years. Already, for pure technique, to judge from what Katz had overheard in his comings and goings, the kid was a more hotdog soloist than Katz had ever been or ever would be. But so where a hundred thousand other American highschool boys. So what? Rather than thwarting his father's vicarious rock ambitions by pursuing entomology or interesting himself in financial derivatives, Zachery dutifully aped Jimi Hendrix. Somewhere there had been a failure of imagination.”
― Jonathan Franzen , Freedom

“Then I’ll give you mouth-to-mouth and revive you. How does that sound? Sounds good to me.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I was just thinking of you,” he said.
“Yeah?”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“Ari, the problem isn’t just that Dante’s in love with you. The real problem—for you, anyway—is that you’re in love with him”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“And I wondered what my dad looked like when he was my age. My mother had told me he was beautiful. I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I’m just more Mexican,” I said. “Mexicans are a tragic people”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“Those cannibal freaks opened something worse than Pandora’s box. The girl in that story got stuck with hope. Hope is for suckers. The only thing the geists left in Amaia’s box now burned in my chest.
Rage.”
― Candice Jarrett, Mortal Tether

“Running away from our problems is a race we will never win.”
― Barbara Arnold Linkous, Murrell's Story: Life on Bays Mountain Series Book Two

“Is that what I want? For him to know me as Audra? For me to know the real him? I’m scared he won’t like me once he learns all my imperfections and realizes all the things I’ve kept from him because the Internet makes that easy.”
― Emma Saska, March & Feather

“It seemed odd how incredibly intense every encounter had felt, every personal and professional event etched on the surface of her brain. But only on her brain. Not theirs.”
― Meg Rosoff, Friends Like These

“Beth went over the tally sheet in her head, trying to make it add up.
What had begun as treachery had morphed into something else. She had been through fire and was stronger for it. Forged in the flame of a New York summer.
And what have I learned? she asked herself.
That no one friend could give you everything.
That complex friends came with complex agendas.
That liars tell the best stories.”
― Meg Rosoff, Friends Like These

“What had begun as treachery had morphed into something else. She had been through fire and was stronger for it. Forged in the flame of a New York summer.
And what have I learned? she asked herself.
That no one friend could give you everything.
That complex friends came with complex agendas.
That liars tell the best stories”
― Meg Rosoff, Friends Like These

“I wished I could make him see what I saw. I wished I could make him feel it. But he was slippery and hollow inside. He was too perfect to ever view an imperfection as a gift. He was doomed to live his life looking impeccable while the aberrations, the imperfections, and the oddities of nature grew up around him.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations

“With the violin nestled below my chin, I feel more at home than I ever have in any house. With my fingers on the soundboard and my right hand holding the bow, I close my eyes briefly and breathe. It's like a part of my body has been missing, and now, at last, it's reattached.”
― Emily Barth Isler, The Color of Sound

“He fights, night after night, to peel my onion soul without caring about it. I never see his tears but his eyes burn as they fill with the putrid smell of my insecurity, anger, and pain. He loves me in glorious bouts of unreserve, swearing I'm all he thinks about and all he wants. Those precious moments are worth the hatred he seems to have for me in the hours and days that come between.”
― Penelope Przekop, Please Love Me

“I was changing, and it scared me, for I wanted to be a child always, and I did not want Dug to grow up. I wanted it to always be brittle cold November and both of us working there in that field, with birds flying and calling lonesome far above, and looking forward to how good the fire would feel at the end of the day. But that kind of thing can never be, and that is what hurt me like a knife.”
― William Gay, Stories from the Attic