Quotes About Youth

I could have been 23 next July I gambled on what mattered most, the dice were cast. I lost.

And they both sat there, grown up, yet children at heart; and it was summer, - warm, beautiful summer.

She was so young that love was still a game to her. . . . She was being neither fair nor clever, but Babette was only nineteen years old.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

Yes, it is wonderful to be alive! Indeed, the Bottle inwardly sang of all this, as do young poets, who frequently also know nothing about the things of which they sing. From The Bottle Neck

And Kay and Gerda looked in each other's eyes, and all at once they understood the old hymn: "The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet, And angels descend there the children to greet." There sat the two grown-up persons; grown-up, and yet children; children at least in heart; and it was summer-time; summer, glorious summer!

child, looking through bubbles into the future; now those bright bubbles were all behind him. Once more he had

better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty

Si puedes dibujar y pintar- pensó el niño-, entonces tienes el mundo en tus manos

Oh, how I wish I were tall enough to go on the sea," said the fir tree. "What is the sea, and what does it look like?" "It would take too much time to explain," said the stork, flying quickly away. "Rejoice in thy youth," said the sunbeam, "rejoice in thy fresh growth, and the young life that is in thee.

Weißt du, warum man so auf seinen Schlaf erpicht ist? Nur um ein paar Tage länger jung auszusehen? Ach, und wenn dann der Schlaf kommt und man träumt, dann ist man uralt, und kein Engel ist da; man liegt da wie ein Stück Holz im Moor, ewig, und kann nicht sterben. Und das alles zur Strafe, weil man ein einziges Mal wach gewesen ist, als der Engel da saß und man dachte: Nun brauche ich nie mehr zu schlafen.

When you're young you don't get how great it is to be loved unconditionally.

When you're young, you think you have all the answers. You're right wing or you're left wing and the other side is a bunch of idiots. You know. When you get a little older, though, you start to more and more see the grays. Now I understand that true idiots are the ones who are certain they have the answers. It is never that simple. Do you know what I mean?

A friend once told Megan that we are always seventeen years old, waiting for our lives to begin. More than ever, clutching to this man, Megan understood that.

The other: "Oh my God, we were like so wasted." "From beer?" "Beer and shots, yeah." "How did you get home?" "Randy drove." At the top of the stairs, Myron stiffened.

When Myron was ten years old, his father had taken him and his younger brother, Brad, to a game. Brad was five at the time. Dad had secured

I don't remember how big the balloons were. I was a kid then. Everything looks bigger when you're a kid.

We have this sense of continuity and nostalgia in America, but in truth, every generation runs away from the one before it. Oddly enough, most of the time, they run to someplace better.

They all employed lots of skinny, bored teenagers who stocked shelves with the enthusiasm of a eunuch at an orgy. There

We stayed a step behind the three boys. Every once in a while they would turn around and look at us, wondering, I guess, why we were following them. Sometimes they stared openly at Ema. There may have been derision in their eyes, I couldn't say for sure. Ema was decked out in her customary black—black clothes, black hair, black nail polish, black lipstick. Tattoos ran up and down her arms and across her neck. I

The kitchen clock above the sink ticked. Wendy could look out the window and see the undergrads walking to class, all animated, young, with the clichéd rest of their lives waiting around the corner. Next year, Charlie would be one of them. You could tell these kids that it will go faster than they think, that they will blink and college will be gone and then ten years and another ten, but they won't listen, can't listen, and maybe that's a good thing. "I

Win sidled up next to him. "Did you give them the full-wattage smile?" "I'd say a good eighty, ninety watts." Win studied the young women before making a declaration: "Lesbians," he said. "Must be." "A lot of that going around, isn't there?" Myron did the math in his head. He probably had fifteen to twenty years on them. When it comes to young girls, you just never want to feel it.

Before that night, Susan Loriman had not been a religious person. Growing up, her parents had taken her to church every Sunday, but it never stuck. When she began to blossom into what many considered a beauty, her parents kept a stern eye. Eventually Susan rebelled, of course, but that horrible night sent her back to the fold. She

Roger was a skinny kid. His arms were reeds with absolutely no definition. He did not look up as she spoke.