Quotes About Youth

She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the womb. They all seemed unfinished. I wanted them to go away.

violent little girls.

What are you doing here?" asked the prettiest. Her flushed face had the roundness of a girl barely in her teens and her hair was parted in ribbons, but her breasts, which she aimed proudly outward, were those of a grown woman. A lucky grown woman.

a time when newly graduated college kids could come to New York and get paid to write. We had no clue that we were embarking on careers that would vanish within a decade.

Stay away from boys. They'll either throw rocks or look up your skirt.

When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself--it's a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation.

On a September morning, just after school started, I'd gotten Diane's .44 Magnum and held it, babylike, in my lap for hours. What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

Amma and I were sick just like Marian. It had to be made that obvious to me before I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.

Young ladies must be in control of their bodies, because young boys are not.

them since they were built. The old people sit, gray and pudding-like

I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age. It is the truth: My value has decreased.

When do you turn sixteen again?" "July thirteenth

When I was a kid, I lived with Runner's second cousin in Holcomb, Kansas, for about five months

Cute kids, really cute clothes. I'd just created a tagline for Wind Gaps' li'l shoppers.

I hear they come to all the high-school parties," DeeAnna said. "And take all the boys. And do things we didn't do till we were old married women—and then only after the transaction of a few nice pieces of jewelry." She twirled a diamond tennis bracelet.

From age sixteen to age twenty, a woman's body is a temple. From twenty-one to forty-five, it's an amusement park. From forty-five on, it's a terrarium.

But if you believe that your best years are behind you, you've guaranteed they are; I'm going to dance into that good night, with the oldies turned up loud.

I damned myself for my earlier romanticism. That Croaker who had come north, so thoroughly bemused by the mysterious Lady, was another man. A stripling, filled with the foolish ignorances of youth. Yeah. Sometimes you lie to yourself just to keep going.

I was suspicious immediately. Be abidingly suspicious of any teenage male who is mannerly, respectful, and absent attitude. That kid is up to something. Guaranteed

These boys both fell out of the ugly tree at a young age, hitting every damned branch on the way down. Then their mommas whupped them with an ugly stick and fed them ugly soup every day of their lives. They were Uh-glee, with a couple of capital double-ugs.

Little girls are twice as precious and innocent as little boys. I do not know a culture that does not make them that way.

An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronising wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

They steal our yesterdays and leave us no youth but that of our children.…

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