Quotes About Youth

Children are like that, Irene often thought, for every small dose of happiness they give us, we have to swallow all the bitterness in the world. Men are like that too. That's how the world is.

Have you ever eaten flies?" Mendiondo asked. "Yes, when I was a kid, on a dare. Of course, I tore off the wings and tiny legs before I ate it.

I'm still young enough to think that death is something that happens to other people.

The comfort zone is always the most desirable place to be. But in settling for comfort, there is a price to pay and it comes in the death of ambition, of hope, of youth and the death of self.

Get up and dance, get up and smile, get up and drink to the days that are gone in the shortest while.

But now with young kids – there are so many more nerds.

Do you remember being at school and picking sides for a game of football? We do this at Liverpool for the five-a-sides. Diouf was 'last pick' within a few weeks.

You know how it is, boss; you're out on the town with a few friends, drinking it up; you're young, you've got incendiaries... shit happens.

Were we in love, really? We were very young. And everything seems so sharp and intense, when you're a teenager. Emotions surge through you like a firecracker. Immersed in the moment, transfixed in each other's eyes like rabbits caught in the glare of approaching headlights... Yes; she was my first love, and I have never forgotten the time we had together.

Almost everything in this inbox is expired. Look." She handed him a yellowed scrap of paper from the bottom of the pile. Dear God: Please get me tickets to C+C Music Factory. Tania Banks, March 3, 1991

5 THE POET AND THE PRIESTHOOD The boy of sixteen from Gori, accustomed to the freedom of fighting in the streets or climbing Gorijvari, now found himself locked for virtually every hour of the day in an institution that more resembled the most repressive nineteenth-century English public-school than a religious academy:

Once I fell asleep on the grass and Michel filled my pockets with flowers. Today I am fifteen and I'm taking stock of my life. Even though I want to go to university and eventually buy Michel a red convertible, when I think of those Sundays in the Jardin des Plantes, I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that's the best I can do in life.

It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life.

Last night, she'd looked like a million bucks. Tonight, she looked like fifty with change.

I'm getting older so I've started to smile more, because I want the crow's feet to go up.

I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. "Whoa, girl," he says taken aback. "I thought we were keepin' this thing between us a secret. I hate to tell you, but a bunch of north siders from Fairfield are right over there. And they're starin' at us" "I don't care. Not anymore" "Why" "You only live once

Can I request another peer guide, One who isn't so happy to be at school at 7:30 a.m.?

What's goin' on?" I ask as I take a seat. "Obviously not this." He tosses me my shirt from last night. "I found it on the floor of the den. It's obvious there was some hanky-panky going on." Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn't find Kiara's bra on top of my shirt. "Yeah . . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night," I tell him.

Then what sport do you play?" Carlos puts down his food. Oh, no. He's got a rebellious gleam in his eye as he says, "The horizontal tango." ------------------------------------------- "Dancing really isn't a sport," Brandon tells Carlos, oblivious to the shock at the rest of the table. "It is when I do it," Carlos says. ------------------------------------------- Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes. "Daddy, do YOU know how to do the horizontal tango?

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

There's always time for arguin' when you're a Fuentes.

Fuck you," Alex growls. He shoves back his chair and walks away. "That's the old Alex I used to know! I understand that language loud and clear," I call after him.

Me sonríe lentamente con una sonrisa que probablemente haya inventado para derretir los corazones de todas las chicas del planeta -Brit

The percentage of couples who stay together after high school is, like, less than five percent, you guys.