Teenage Angst Quotes

Quotes tagged as "teenage-angst" (showing 1-19 of 19)
Matthew Quick
“I'm trying to let him know what I'm about to do.
I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.”
Matthew Quick, Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock

Nic Sheff
“You have got to get creative if you want anyone to notice your goddamn teenage angst.”
Nic Sheff, Schizo

C.F. Joyce
“And scars will lighten, they'll pale unless you keep rubbing at them...wait long enough, they'll fade.”
C.F. Joyce, Persephone in Hell

Eric Hoffer
“If a society is to preserve stability and a degree of continuity, it must learn how to keep its adolescents from imposing their tastes, values, and fantasies on everyday life.”
Eric Hoffer

Terry Pratchett
“He couldn't remember having been seventeen; it was something that must have happened to him while he was busy. But it made him feel like he imagined it felt like when you were seventeen, which was like having a permanent red-hot vest on under your skin.”
Terry Pratchett, Soul Music

Diana Abu-Jaber
“I’m in my junior year but I can’t take it anymore. The beige walls, the scent of linoleum and used lockers, the shrill bell between classes. High school is sucking the life out of me.”
Diana Abu-Jaber, The Language of Baklava: A Memoir

“Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it.”
Skid Row

Rick Detorie
“My life," she said dramatically, with her eyes closed, "is one heaping bowl of warmed-over despair, seasoned with equal dashes of aggravation and angst!”
Rick Detorie

Darwun St. James
“Are you gay, Cherie?
Me, No… I’m not anything… I-I mean I prefer not to indulge, I stammered.
“Really... how do you mean?”
Well love has been an elusive story, like a fairytale adults tell children but I have never known any of it to be true. In reality it reminds me of religion. I am not sure God is real either, if God is real why do so many innocents suffer?
Innocents suffer because it is their destiny to suffer.
What? What does that mean?” I’m annoyed.
God has nothing to do with it. We are born into this world to experience all that is not God-like, so we can then be inspired to reach for higher spiritual goals.
I have never thought of it that way before. If that is so then I must be preparing for sainthood. Am I to think that all of my suffering as a child has been to prepare me for greatness?”
Darwun St James, Angel Sins

Darwun St. James
“We hit every jazz and blues club on and off Bourbon Street, dancing and drinking until we girls were drunk enough to go with the boys to the strip clubs which outnumbered all other businesses in the French Quarter. Here is where my solution unfolded.”
Darwun St James, Angel Sins

Darwun St. James
“In each club we went the dancers had the same moves, none nearly as sensuous as mine on any dance floor, but because they are scantily clad and stripping off the men go nuts and throw money at them. In the largest club and the last we went to I watched one pretty girl with big boobs pull a handful of twenties in one set. I followed her to the ladies-room to learn she only danced a few rounds per night and averaged $250 every night and with my face and body she said I would bank much more.”
Darwun St James, Angel Sins

John Green
“In the ensuing silence, I have the time to contemplate the word cute – how dismissive it is, how it’s the equivalent of calling someone little, how it makes a person into a baby, how the word is a neon sign burning through the dark reading, “Feel Bad About Yourself.”
John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Jess C. Scott
“It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up—it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere. Guys checking out girls, girls checking out guys. Dudes checking out dudes, chicks checking out chicks. Fuck! That’s what being a teenager was all about.”
Jess C. Scott, Bedmates

Catherine Ryan Hyde
“This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.”
Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

Jaime Allison Parker
“Most of her friends owned laptops and seemed to spend more time with their phones than anything else. Steffy kept her latest playlists and apps updated frequently. She was a member of what Peter called, The Gadget Generation. She could not imagine what it must have been like before such a time. The unbearable isolation that must have been present. How did people deal with it? When she asked a few older people in the town, they simply said she had too much spare time on her hands. It appeared thinking was a crime in the world she lived”
Jaime Allison Parker, Justice of the Fox

“May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”
Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places"

Catherine Ryan Hyde
“I don't think you feel much of anything anymore.”
Catherine Ryan Hyde, The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

John Fante
“My mother said, "Arturo, stop that. Your sister's tired."

"Oh Holy Ghost, Oh Holy inflated triple ego, get us out of the depression. Elect Roosevelt. Keep us on the gold standard. Take France off, but for Christ's sake keep us on!"

"Arturo, stop that"

"Oh Jehovah, in your infinite mutability see if you can't scrape up some coin for the Bandini family."

My mother said, "Shame, Arturo. Shame."

I got up on the divan and yelled, "I reject the hypothesis of God! Down with the decadence of a fraudulent Christianity! Religion is the opium of the people! All that we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples!"

My mother came after me with the broom.”
John Fante, The Road to Los Angeles

Paul Auster
“Adolescence feeds on drama, it is most happy when living in extremis, and Ferguson was no less vulnerable to the lure of high emotion and extravagant unreason than any other boy his age, which meant the appeal of a girl like Anne-Marie was fuelled precisely by her unhappiness, and the greater the storms she engulfed him in, the more he wanted her.”
Paul Auster, 4 3 2 1