Quotes About Youthful

You need to be grounded internally and excited about the world around you. If I were out of touch, it would be hard for me to know why Michael Cera is so cool.

Michael is a kid, sort of, like, I mean, Michael is a kid himself; he's never really grown up.

Millions of Indians are brimming with energy.

Being a comedian, all the stress is there in the moment of doing it. The rest of it is mint: you hang out with your mates, go to the arcades, go to the cinema in the daytime, it's like being a teenager all the time.

Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was as fresh as spring.

But do I desire unreasonably much in wanting what is called life—music, poetry, passion, war, and all the beating and pulsing that is going on in the great arteries of the world? That was the shape of my youthful dream; but I did not get it.

Ultimately we are only as old as we feel in our hearts and minds.

always with that magical child air about her, that delightful sense of perpetually attending a party.

I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty. "Dashing?" Gunner supplied. "Debonair?" "A bit of a dawg, actually.

We are not old men. We are not worried about petty morals.

We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

I'm not ready to let the youthful part of myself go yet. If maturity means becoming a cynic, if you have to kill the part of yourself that is naive and romantic and idealistic - the part of you that you treasure most - to claim maturity, is it not better to die young but with your humanity intact?

I will never be any older than I am right now. I am no older now than I was a few years ago. I know more now than I did then, but I'm not any older. My hair may become grayer and I may get a few more wrinkles, but the real me will never become old. For the inward man is renewed day by day.

When was the last time you noticed the beauty of a cool breeze or the wonder of a starry sky or the vibrancy of a wild flower on the roadside? I used to have the ability to instantly appreciate the beauty of all these when I was a child, but by the time I was twenty it was almost lost. (It took a lot of Zen practice for me to regain it.) The world has not changed that much; there are still summer breezes, night skies, and wild flowers. But where has the perception gone?

As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

There's just something about making whoopee out under the stars that keeps a heart young, a mind sharp, and"-- she leaned close to whisper in Meg's ear-- "your coochie ready to do hoochie!

she'd had enough face-tightening medical procedures to appear perpetually astonished.

You'll fare beer without love. We Medici always do." As soon as I spoke, I regretted it. I'd remembered Papa Clement's phrase exactly, used it to the same horrid purpose. I saw her flinch, take a small step back. I wanted to console her, to somehow ease the harsh reality of what I'd said. But I could not. I would not lie to her nor pretend the task I set before her was anything other than what it was: an act of submission, which could entail the loss of her youthful dreams.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed. - Kaia Skyhawk

Love is noght oold as whan that it is newe.

He was as fressh as is the month of May.

Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.

Jealousy lasts forever. Bad news for the young.