There's a part of you that always remains a child, no matter how mature you get, how sophisticated or weary.
An enormous part of our mature experience cannot not be expressed in words.
Mature love is loving, not being loved.
Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.
You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65. So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?