Growin Up Quotes

“Being silly is still allowed, not excluded by adulthood. What's excluded by adulthood is thoughtlessness, so be thoughtful and silly”
― Hank Green

“I don’t know when I started to realize that my country’s past was incomprehensible and obscure to me, a real shadowy terrain, nor can I remember the precise moment when all that i’d believed so trustworthy and predictable—the place I’d grown up, whose language I speak and customs I know, the place whose past I was taught in school and in university, whose present I have become accustomed to interpreting and pretending I understand—began to turn into a place of shadows out of whcih jumped horrible creatures as soon as we dropped our guard. With time I have come to think that this is the true reason why writers write aboutn the places of childhood and adolescence and even their early touth: you don’t write about what you know and understand, and much less do you write because you know and understand, but because you understand that all your knowledge and comprehension is false, a mirage and an illusion, so your books are not, could not be, more than elaborate displays of disorientation: extensive and multifarious declarations of preplexity. All that I thought was so clear, you then think, now turns out to be full of duplicities and hidden intentions, like a friend who betrays us. To that revelation, which is always annoying and often frankly painful, the writer responds in the only way one knows how: with a book. And that’s how you try to mitigate your disconcertion, reduce the space between what you don’t know and what can be known, and most of all resolve your profound disagreement with that unpredictable reality. “Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric,” wrote Yeats. “Out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” And what happens when both quarrels arise at the same time, when fighting with the world is a reflection or a transfiguration of the subterranean but constant confrontation you have with yourself? Then you write a book like the one I’m writing now, and blindly trust that the book will mean something to somebody else.”
― Juan Gabriel Vásquez, La forma de las ruinas

“Nos cuenta sobre el trabajo.
Nos cuenta sobre su esposo.
Nos cuenta sobre sus dos hijos. Suena alegre.
Esa imagen de Deborah treinta años atrás es un momento de nostalgia que me toca el pecho.
Recuerdo alejarnos.
Recuerdo preguntarme el cómo y ser incapaz de contestarlo.
Recuerdo extrañarla.
Así como la recuerdo a ella, recuerdo a muchos más en este salón. Esas amistades que el tiempo llevó a la lejanía.
En algún momento de mi vida, la madurez me llevó a entender que eso es parte de la vida.
No podría decir si eso es algo bueno o malo.
Simplemente pasa.
Todos crecimos y cambiamos. Nos enfocamos en cosas y personas diferentes. A veces, hay amistades pasajeras que son justo lo que necesitamos.”
― Jean Paul Vizuete, Nombres en el Silencio

“People who grow up in cities and urban jungles have stories.
People who grow up in Villages and small Towns have tales.”
― Crestless Wave