maturity

Buddha is our inherent nature__ur buddha nature__nd what that means is that if you__e going to grow up fully, the way that it happens is that you begin to connect with the intelligence that you already have. It__ not like some intelligence that__ going to be transplanted into you. If you__e going to be fully mature, you will no longer be imprisoned in the childhood feeling that you always need to protect yourself or shield yourself because things are too harsh. If you__e going to be a grown-up__hich I would define as being completely at home in your world no matter how difficult the situation__t__ because you will allow something that__ already in you to be nurtured. You allow it to grow, you allow it to come out, instead of all the time shielding it and protecting it and keeping it buried. Someone once told me, __hen you feel afraid, that__ __earful buddha.__ That could be applied to whatever you feel. Maybe anger is your thing. You just go out of control and you see red, and the next thing you know you__e yelling or throwing something or hitting someone. At that time, begin to accept the fact that that__ __nraged buddha._ If you feel jealous, that__ __ealous buddha._ If you have indigestion, that__ __uddha with heartburn._ If you__e happy, __appy buddha_; if bored, __ored buddha._ In other words, anything that you can experience or think is worthy of compassion; anything you could think or feel is worthy of appreciation.

To be mature you have to realize what you value most... Not to arrive at a clear understanding of one's own values is a tragic waste. You have missed the whole point of what life is for.

A patient willingness to defer dividends is a hallmark of individual maturity.

Sometimes arriving too quickly is detrimental. It is dangerous to arrive without our character mature or intact.

Milk for infant as liquor for adult.

I'm all groan up in America.

Grown men do not need leaders.

...because you are not trying simply to complete a set of books or toys or Weetabix cards, you are trying to complete yourself, to get back to the whole person you were before, as a child, before the obstructions and compromises of adulthood got in the way. And yet, all you are really doing is accumulating a pile of crap, souvenirs of the futility of the quest.

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.

You see, I don't think age matters so much as people think. Parts of me are still 12 and I think other parts were already 50 when I was 12_.

A team goes through stages of birth, childhood, puberty, adolescence, maturity, and aging in its development.

In our folk nobody has any experience of youth, there__ barely even any time for being a toddler. The children simply don__ have any time in which they might be children........Indeed... there__ simply no way that we would be able to provide our children with a viable childhood, one that is real. Naturally, there are consequences. There__ a certain ever present, not to be liquidated childishness that permeates our folk; We often act in ways that are totally and utterly ridiculous and, indeed, precisely like children we do things that are crazy, letting loose with our assets in a manner that is bereft of all rationality, prodigious in our celebrations, partaking in a light-headed frivolousness that is divorced from all sensibility, and often enough all simply for the sake of some small token of fun, so much do we love having our small amusements. But our folk isn__ only childish, to a certain extent we also age prematurely, childhood and old age mix themselves differently with us than by others. We don__ have any youth, we jump right away into maturity and, then, we remain grown-ups for too long and as a consequence to this there__ a broad shadow of a certain tiredness and a sort of hopelessness that colours our essential nature, a nature that as a whole is otherwise so tenacious and permeated by hope, strong hope. This, no doubt, this is related to why we__e so disinclined toward music__e__e too old for music, so much excitement, so much passion doesn__ sit well with our heaviness;

Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.

People give you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn't want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, "If this were the Middle Ages, you'd be married and you'd own a farm with about a million chickens on it." They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could.

The only time "early bloomer" has ever been applied to me is vis-a-vis my premature apprehension of the deep dread-of-existence thing. In all other cases, I plod and tromp along. My knuckles? Well dragged.

Not to grow up properly is to retain our 'caterpillar' quality from childhood (where it is a virtue) into adulthood (where it becomes a vice). In childhood our credulity serves us well. It helps us to pack, with extraordinary rapidity, our skulls full of the wisdom of our parents and our ancestors. But if we don't grow out of it in the fullness of time, our caterpillar nature makes us a sitting target for astrologers, mediums, gurus, evangelists and quacks. The genius of the human child, mental caterpillar extraordinary, is for soaking up information and ideas, not for criticizing them. If critical faculties later grow it will be in spite of, not because of, the inclinations of childhood. The blotting paper of the child's brain is the unpromising seedbed, the base upon which later the sceptical attitude, like a struggling mustard plant, may possibly grow. We need to replace the automatic credulity of childhood with the constructive scepticism of adult science.

The period of time between eligibility to vote and the start of adulthood is a window of opportunity that the liberals are willing to exploit to their advantage.