#teen

He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#love #phone #phone-calls #teenager #love

The second stage set in ten or fifteen days after the bombing. Its first symptom was falling hair. Diarrhea and fever, which in some cases went as high as 106, came next. ↗

— John Hersey

#bombing #came #cases #days #diarrhea

I used the diabetes as my weapon. Of course, I was only hurting myself and making myself sicker, but I guess it was something I had to go through. I never went overboard so much that I really hurt myself, but my early teenage years were very tough. ↗

— Dana Hill

#diabetes #early #go #guess #had

The truth is, I initially became a singer-songwriter while still in my teens because it was the only way to guarantee that somebody on earth would sing the songs I was writing. Since then, I've performed just about everywhere: rock clubs, concerts halls, arenas, TV. ↗

— Rupert Holmes

#arenas #became #because #clubs #concerts

Mothers and daughters can stay very connected during teenage years. In the middle of your life, you can become very alone. Even though you're connected deeply to other family members, lovers, husbands, friends. ↗

— Holly Hunter

#become #connected #daughters #deeply #during

I've always been fascinated by numbers. Before I was seventeen years old, I had lived in twenty-one different houses. In my mind, each of those houses had a number. ↗

— Robert Indiana

#been #before #different #each #fascinated

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#middle #teens #teen

I got interested in computers and how they could be enslaved to the megalomaniac impulses of a teenager. ↗

— Eugene Jarvis

#could #enslaved #got #how #i

This one had come to me, though, picked me out. I thought she was trouble from the start. I don't read minds and I can't see the future, but call it instinct or experience, something was prickling my spine. You could call it something else, if you wanted: adolescence, hormones, lust. Being seventeen. That doesn't go away, however long you practice. "Hullo," I said politely, warily. She was long and slim and very neatly put together, dark hair tumbling over denim, old worn black jacket and jeans that somehow hadn't faded into grey. They probably didn't dare. Right from the start I saw a focus in her, a determination that must go all the way through, like the writing in a stick of Brighton rock. In another world, another lifetime, I thought she'd have raven-feathers in her hair, a bear's tooth on a thong about her. She'd be the village shaman, talking to spirits, and even the headman would be afraid of her, a little... Seventeen, I told you. She was devastating to me, she was sitting at my table, and I couldn't afford her. Not for a minute. If I'd stood up, if I'd left, if I'd run away... Nah. She would just have come after me. Faster, fitter, and on longer legs. What chance did I ever have? ↗

— Ben Macallan

#seventeen #experience

Menuhin was playing Bach on a fantastic spiritual level when he was a teenager. ↗

— Nigel Kennedy

#fantastic #level #playing #spiritual #teenager