Quotes About Youthful

It's good to try new things when you're a groovy oldie.

I'm a sort of boy next door. If that boy has a good scriptwriter.

I'm a big kid. I love drinking chocolate milk. I'm not afraid to watch some cartoons once in a while when I'm with my nieces and actually be attentive.

I'm really, basically, nine, and I've always been that. I've never, ever allowed the child within me to die.

When you get older, you start to doubt, and you put limitations on yourself. But little Teyonah had no fear.

Sitting at the table with the kids, and being told off like a kid, has liberated me; my disenfranchisement has empowered me.

Large portraits of Mao on wooden boards several feet high stood at main street corners. Painted to make the old man look extremely youthful, healthy, and fat (a sign of well-being in China), these pictures provided a mocking contrast to the thin, pale-faced pedestrians walking listlessly below them.

then life began, and since then we remember each dumpster, abandoned house, and foot-chase by retail security. At night, after running around, plotting and scheming, our checklist items all crossed out, we paused to think — 'What to do tomorrow?' and the answer was always, 'As we please . . .

I look as young as a person can look given how old I am.

Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young and stupid as me.

I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again---I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter...

They bobbed back and forth, little Halloween apples.

I want to dance, laugh, eat pink cakes, yellow cakes, drink thin, sharp wine. Or an indecent story, now - I could relish that. The older one grows the more one likes indecency.

What a morning - fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

Let us take down one of those old notebooks which we have all, at one time or another, had a passion for beginning. Most of the pages are blank, it is true; but at the beginning we shall find a certain number very beautifully covered with a strikingly legible handwriting….here we have copied out fine passages from the classics;…here, most interesting of all, lists of books that have actually been read, as the reader testifies with some youthful vanity by a dash of red ink.

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.

All things considered, it had been his home, and the set of kindly, well-meaning, gentle-mannered people driven to death or exile for the sole crime of their existing, was the set to which he too belonged. His dark youthful broodings, the romantic—and let me add, somewhat artificial—passion for his mother's land, could not, I am sure, exclude real affection for the country where he had been born and bred.

My mom didn't use face cream, like, nothing at all. She's got great skin and looks very youthful.

Wraith held up his hands. "Chill, Gramps. I don't want to sit on your knee or anything.

Isn't it amazing how a kid can come out of all that analyzing everything incessantly down to the most infinitesimal neurosis and still be all alone?

Who are you today?" her mom asked. "Isn't it obvious?" "Not to anyone over the age of seven." "I'm a ballerina-spy-deathmetalhead." "Lovely," said her mother.

How do you describe emptiness? Is it the air inside a bubble, the darkness in a pocket, snow? I think, yes, I was six when or seven when I first felt it, the dwindling that is depression.

Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers and are famous preservers of youthful looks.