"Adolescent" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... tomboy stage, and unable to play with the boys on an equal status. She finds herself thrown back on her feminine resources; and how she tries out her "resources," makes this play an illuminating study of feminine psychology. George McIntyre, the boy adolescent, goes through the customary symptoms of his age—begging his parents for a car—and falling victim of the wiles of Prudence, a successful "vamp" in the neighborhood. At a party George is sent out for some more ice cream. In his rush to get back for ...
— Why the Chimes Rang: A Play in One Act • Elizabeth Apthorp McFadden
... the arrest in the false grandeur of the thousand-dollar suite-Tomlinson, his wife, and Fred-the boy learnt more than all the teaching of the industrial faculty of Plutoria University could have taught him in a decade. Adversity laid its hand upon him, and at its touch his adolescent heart turned to finer stuff than the salted gold of the Erie Auriferous. As he looked upon his father's broken figure waiting meekly for arrest, and his mother's blubbered face, a great wrath burned itself ...
— Arcadian Adventures with the Idle Rich • Stephen Leacock
... will be known, and much more known that need not be mentioned at present. The healing art will approximate perfection. Criminals will be reformed. Their number will be diminished. The juvenile nations of the earth will be more or less under the care of the adolescent and peace ...
— Buchanan's Journal of Man, January 1888 - Volume 1, Number 12 • Various
... young cones, but rarely, and I am not sure whether it was because of the pressure of hunger or whether some young squirrel's instinct to sharpen his teeth on them made him a bit precocious. These adolescent cones begin growing again very early in the spring. Youth will have its way, and in this case it seems to seize on the first sap that gets as far as the topmost branch tips, compelling it to the nourishing of the young cones before it can ...
— Old Plymouth Trails • Winthrop Packard
... more acutely than with a mild half-humorous melancholy. She even paid the tribute of a passing smile to the queer reversal of their roles, her own and his. She was more like a mother brooding over the first love-affair of an adolescent son. It was so young of him, younger, she believed, than any act she herself could be capable of, to have come to Paula's performance without letting her know and waited shyly alone in the dark while the herd of her acquaintances crowded in and monopolized her. Pathetically ...
— Mary Wollaston • Henry Kitchell Webster |
