Youth Angst Quotes

Each generation needs a 'Spider-Man' to mirror their angst.

When we're 16, we have lots of heavy thoughts. And these are the heavy thoughts, where, when we're in our 30s, we look at 16-year olds and sort of scorn it.

I used to make fun of young people when I was 17 - the angst, the insecurities, all those tattoos.

Like me as a teen - and like many teenagers now - my characters are at a peculiar crossroads in their lives. They desperately seek freedom. But at the same time, they are constantly thwarted.

I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the top of my lungs. I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a lie you've got to rise above.

I'm a goner, a kid who stays up half the night trying to figure out the horror of the world and trying to survive it.

Spider-Man is a school boy that's looking for his parents.

The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be.

There's nothing wrong with you. There's a lot wrong with the world you live in. And definitely get out of high school and make everyone sorry.

Some are young people who don't know who they are, what they can be or even want to be. They are afraid, but they don't know of what. They are angry, but they don't know at whom. They are rejected and they don't know why. All they want is to be somebody.

It is exhausting to be seventeen and not know who you are.

I once ran away from home because I was upset with my parents! I didn't get farther than a few feet into the woods, where I hid behind a tree. Sometimes you feel like you should just go out and rebel, and then you realize it's not the right thing to do. You've got to stay true to your family.

The guys who spend their time brooding in their younger years either lighten up or go away.

I think I related more literally to the early 'Spider-Man' comics from Steve Ditko because it could be upfront and direct about the problems of being a kid. He captured being a teenager so beautifully.

His conviction of having no purpose in life other than to act as a distillation of poison was part of the ego of an eighteen-year-old. He had resolved that his beautiful white hands would never be soiled or calloused. He wanted to be like a pennant, dependent on each gusting wind. The only thing that seemed valid to him was to live for the emotions--gratuitous and unstable, dying only to quicken again, dwindling and flaring without direction or purpose.

Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

I feel like all teenagers can relate to that feeling of being, like, so highly strung, and everything is so on the surface, and everything is so extreme.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

My 20s were peaceful, privileged, but still I felt the desire to write angsty dramas.