At sixteen, the adolescent knows about suffering because he himself has suffered, but he barely knows that other beings also suffer.
Just at the age ‘twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting. (The Winter’s Tale)
There’s nothing wrong with teenagers that reasoning with them won’t aggravate.
An adolescent is someone who acts like a child if he or she isn’t treated like an adult.
The main problem with teenagers is that they’re just like their parents were at their age.
I’m aiming by the time I’m fifty to stop being an adolescent.
The invention of the teenager was a mistake, in Miss Manners’ opinion. Once you identify a period of life in which people have few restrictions and, at the same time, few responsibilities – they get to stay out late but don’t have to pay taxes – naturally, nobody wants to live any other way.
The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.