Quotes About Youth

I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.

A thirteen year olds heart shouldn't feel like this.

She had her whole death ahead of her

He would wink at the girl, and clumsily, she'd wink back.

As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. One day, Liesel, he said, you'll be dying to kiss me.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere.

capability. Rudy was surprisingly good.

This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy's head and explained, "I know, son —but you've got beautiful blond hair and big, safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear?" But nothing was clear. Rudy understood nothing, and that night was the prelude of things to come. Two and a half years later, the Kaufmann Shoe Shop was reduced to broken glass, and all the shoes were flung aboard a truck in their boxes.

a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco más que el aroma de la mermelada.

My full name's Ed Kennedy. I'm nineteen. I'm an underage cab driver. I'm typical of many of the young men you see in this suburban outpost of the city- not a whole lot of prospects or possibility. That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes.Nice to meet you.)

Los niños... A veces son mucho más astutos que los atontados y pesados adultos.)

To moje srdce je unavené. TÃ…â"¢ináctileté srdce by si tak pÃ…â"¢ipadat nemÄ›lo.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you.

There's my ma, fifty-years old, hightailing around town with some guy while I sit here, in the prime of my youth, completely and utterly alone. I shake my head. At myself.

I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbour. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Perhaps it was Rudy who kept her sane, with the stupidity of his talk, his lemon-soaked hair, and his cockiness. He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter.

The only think worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling up time in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too - leave them behind. You don't know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

Today's child is growing up absurd, because he lives in two worlds, and neither of them inclines him to grow up.

The constant broadcast and reception of ghostly images via radio and television, according to this notion, had weakened the sense, particularly among youth, of possessing physical the sense, particularly among youth, of possessing physical bodies and private identities. McLuhan CD-ROM

Jack Paar mentioned that he once had said to a young friend, "Why do you kids use 'cool' to mean 'hot'?" The friend replied, "Because you folks used up the word 'hot' before we came along.

Shiro at thirteen