Quotes About Youth

The men, who lumber around with Cowboys jerseys hanging past their coattails and their pants bagged around the heels of their boots, a fatal foreshortening of vertical line that makes them look like a bunch of hulking twelve-year-olds.

Gli americani sono bambini che devono andare da qualche altra parte a crescere, e a volte a morire.

Bush, Cheney, Rove, all those guys, they just did what everybody else was doing and I was right there with 'em, chicken as anybody. My problem now is how tough and gung-ho they are, all that bring-it-on crap, I mean, Jesus, show a little humility, people. They ought to be just as careful of your young lives as they were with their own.

Kinberg grew up in Hollywood but was largely repulsed by it. His father had been only moderately successful and had "complicated feelings" about his profession. Many of Kinberg's friends at the private school he attended in the 1980s were the children of film-industry professionals who were snorting drugs and getting divorced and generally doing whatever was necessary to turn their kids into the future protagonists of a Bret Easton Ellis book.

Since the world is ending," Peter quoted from behind us, "why not let the children touch the paintings?

I do not mean to exclude books of history, poetry, or even fables from our schools. They may and should be read frequently by our young people, but if the Bible is made to give way to them altogether, I foresee that it will be read in a short time only in churches and in a few years will probably be found only in the offices of magistrates and in courts of justice. (1786)

His age was not something of which he'd been unaware—each birthday had been a ritualized reminder of his loss of youth, each New Year's Eve a prompter of the passing of time—but he now understood emotionally what before he had comprehended only as an intellectual concept.

How much of our earth has been wet by blood because of jealousy! And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant I was born late, sir

Start your killers young, before their consciences are grown. Start them young and they will be lethal.

Thomas nodded towards Keane. 'He doesn't want to be a priest and you don't want to be a monk. Now you're both Hellequin.' Brother Michael looked disbelieving. 'I am?' He asked excitedly. 'You are,' Thomas said. 'So all we need now is a pair of ripe young girls who don't want to be nuns,' Keane said cheerfully.

Everyone looks old to the young," Ravn said.

I was just twenty-one and my name was known wherever men sharpened swords. I was a warrior. A sword warrior, and I was proud of it.

And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.

It was the year 878, I was twenty-one years old and believed my swords could win me the whole world. I was Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the man who had killed Ubba Lothbrokson beside the sea and who had spilled Svein of the White Horse from his saddle at Ethandun. I was the man who had given Alfred his kingdom back and I hated him. So I would leave him. My path was the sword-path, and it would take me home. I would go north.

And you look bloody young to be a sergeant." "I was born late, sir," Sharpe said. He

Arrogance is all in a young warrior

And in the darkness, as I listen to the sea beat on the sand and the wind fret at the thatch, I remember what it was like to be young and tall and strong and fast. And arrogant.

When you are young and powerless you dream of possessing mystical strength, and once you are grown and strong you condemn lesser folk to that same dream

And I must be nineteen by now, lord! Maybe even twenty?" "Eighteen?" I suggested. "I could have been married four years ago, lord!" We

You need mending?" "We all do. When we are young it is the spirit that breaks, and when we are old it is the body.

Children are easily swayed by religion, which is why it is a good thing that most eventually grow into sense.

Did I know all that at eleven? Some, I think. It lay in my heart, unformed, unspoken, but hard as a stone. It would be covered over in time, half forgotten and often contradicted, but it was always there. Destiny is all, Ravn liked to tell me, destiny is everything. He would even say it in English, "Wyrd bi ful aræd.

trained my son to be a warrior, and I was proud of him, but Stiorra puzzled me. She was my youngest, and it hurt to look at her because she so resembled her dead mother; she was tall and lithe and had her mother's long face, the same black hair, the same dark eyes, and the same grave expression that could light into beauty with a smile. I did not know her well because I had