Melky Cabrera Quotes

You can't be 16 forever.

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.

There are children born to be children, and others who must mark time till they can take their natural places as adults.

One doesn't remain a teenager forever.

Maturity is only a short break in adolescence.

You must remember that anyone under 30 - especially a ballplayer - is an adolescent. I never got close to being an adult until I was 32. Even though I was married and had a son at 20, I was a kid at 32, living at home with my parents. Sure, I was a manager then. That doesn't mean you're grown up.

Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.

I am a child who is getting on.

But I'm warning you, we're growing up.

Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.

The whole growing-up process seems to have eluded me.

When you are seventeen you aren't really serious.

I'm 26 years old. I don't need to be playing 16 anymore.

Get this in mind early: We never grow up.

I realise I'm still a child, though I do feel older.

When you get to be 23, 24 or 25, you start to freeze up and become an adult.

Most of us remember adolescence as a kind of double negative: no longer allowed to be children, we are not yet capable of being adults.

Once you get over that peak of puberty, you hit a nice stride.

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.

You don't become a real man until you're 35 or 40.

When you're young - I probably still am at 23, though I don't feel so young anymore - you have your ups and downs.

You can't be a 25-year-old forever.

I used to be a child. It came naturally to me. I was an adult for a time, too. That came less naturally.

One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more.