Quotes About Youth

homogenous: Men in their twenties

When you are 16 there is no fear whatsoever. As you get older you play in more important games and that is when you start thinking about what will happen if you win or lose.

While we played, Meiying often sat by herself on the bench, huddled against the chill, looking at the library books on her lap, the pages glowing under the street lamp. The pages would sometimes turn in the wind, but she did not notice.

In my view, life is divided into three parts. Youth is longing. Maturity is being. Old age is remembering.

Too young for a lot of things, but that didn't stop them from happening.

One's character is set at an early age. The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life. I hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

One's character is set at an early age. The choices you make now will affect you for the rest of your life. I hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

I'd scale that monster sycamore if I could. Right to the top. And I'd yell her name across the rooftops for the whole world to hear. -Bryce

A friend of mine said that dogs and kids were great as long as you let them run around and tire themselves out. My mind was the same way. (176)

New Season No coats today. Buds bulge on chestnut trees, And on the doorstep of a big, old house A young man stands and plays his flute. I watch the silver notes fly up And circle in the blue sky above the traffic, Travelling where they will. And suddenly this paving-stone Midway between my front door and the bus stop Is a starting point. From here I can go anywhere I choose.

Younger guys have been approaching me lately. And asking me to buy them alcohol.

woman told her on her first visit. "Otherwise I'll never hear you and you'll stand out here for days." "Hold your horses, I'm here, I'm here," a familiar voice calls now, from the other side of the door. When it flies open, Clara momentarily expects, as always, to find herself looking at an adolescent tomboy with red pigtails

My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive. But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

As I get older I'm starting to sense that being a grown-up isn't nearly as much fun as children want to believe.

Things change. People change. You make some choices you can never take back...The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive...But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

The words Wow, you're strong for your age almost come out of my mouth, but that doesn't sound very polite.

Although the only time Logan had seen Philip run was when Max had sent them out to the chicken coop to collect some eggs, and a rooster had taken a liking to Philip and chased him clear across the field.)

at the table just to get a laugh out of the younger children present (meaning Annabelle and me). For the record, I do not actually laugh when Elkin passes gas; I gag and it comes out as a laugh. Annabelle, I cannot vouch for. Good

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive." He shakes his head. "But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

Did you know when you look in the mirror, you're actually seeing a slightly younger version of yourself?" "Is that so?" she mumbles, her eyes darting to the next table, which is piled high with cheap makeup that looks half-used. "Yes. It has to do with the time it takes light to travel between the mirror and the person standing in front of it.

I worry about the younger generation of women who have to go through the same sexual angst that confronts us all. If they turn to feminism, will they find a sense of joy and adventure? Or will they find only anger and a theory of victimization?

We take a snapshot of our teens in their current phase and mistake it for the epic movie of their entire life.

But I think I'm too old to dream now. In a month and a half, I'll be twenty-nine.