grown-up

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
2d1d2f2	He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.	grown-up wish	Cornelia Funke
85db6de	Little girls get hurt when they play grown-up games.	quote little-girls petals-on-the-wind v-c-andrews grown-up hurt	V.C. Andrews
7995988	It seemed to him harder, as he got older, to find a simple way of life.	life harder simple-way simple-way-of-life older grown-ups grown-up simple	Larry McMurtry
eb25f50	She really was pretty, for a grown-up, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.	beauty child-s-mind imperative ursula-monkton grown-ups grown-up child	Neil Gaiman
8dd335f	She used to be so frightened when they were young. Like a pale little ghost, slipping into the shadows, hiding from their vicious elders, trying not to be noticed. He'd saved her once. Swept her away like a prince in a fairy tale, but that was long ago and far away and perhaps no longer mattered. How were such things counted among normal people? For she'd thawed. He could see that now. She was no longer that frozen, scared little girl afraid to be noticed. Afraid to live. He supposed he should thank Makepeace for that. For taking his Eve, his sister, and blowing warm life into her.	eve-and-asa grown-up val-napier eve-dinwoody	Elizabeth Hoyt

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Cornelia Funke

85db6de

Little girls get hurt when they play grown-up games.

quote little-girls petals-on-the-wind v-c-andrews grown-up hurt

V.C. Andrews

7995988

It seemed to him harder, as he got older, to find a simple way of life.

life harder simple-way simple-way-of-life older grown-ups grown-up simple

Larry McMurtry

eb25f50

She really was pretty, for a grown-up, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.

beauty child-s-mind imperative ursula-monkton grown-ups grown-up child

Neil Gaiman

8dd335f

She used to be so frightened when they were young. Like a pale little ghost, slipping into the shadows, hiding from their vicious elders, trying not to be noticed. He'd saved her once. Swept her away like a prince in a fairy tale, but that was long ago and far away and perhaps no longer mattered. How were such things counted among normal people? For she'd thawed. He could see that now. She was no longer that frozen, scared little girl afraid to be noticed. Afraid to live. He supposed he should thank Makepeace for that. For taking his Eve, his sister, and blowing warm life into her.

eve-and-asa grown-up val-napier eve-dinwoody

Elizabeth Hoyt