Quotes About Youth

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

Cyntoia Brown was sentenced to life in prison at age sixteen for the murder of the man who subjected her to abuse and sex trafficking;

I was longing, instead, for the feelings I'd had when I first met him, wishing I could love with that sweetly giddy, self-forgetting exhilaration just once more in my life and knowing, somehow, that I wouldn't. I was, I think, longing for my younger self, full of optimism and joy and impatient for life, for adventure, for risk.

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.

A lovely young Italian girl passed by. Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion. Dr Greysteel could only suppose that he was treating the young woman to the Byronic profile and the Byronic expression.

And being a man – and a clever one – and forty-two years old, he naturally had a great deal of information and a great many opinions upon almost every subject you care to mention, which he was eager to communicate to a lovely woman of nineteen – all of which, he thought, she could not fail but to find quite enthralling.

Old persons are sometimes as unwilling to die as tired-out children are to say good night and go to bed.

the perpetual disruptive nature of youth generally. "Desolation," yes, but also a child's sense of immediacy, the capacity to enter into the moment-by-moment flow of life as it unfolds, not trying to make narrative sense of one's situation, and not caring overmuch if the whole setup comes crashing down.

On evenings, I spent the entire study period reading.... From that time on, the world began to broaden around me, beyond any tangible limits. The world, as portrayed in those works destined for young people, was divided in two: an ordinary, everyday world, brutal and unresponding to desires, and a spacious, logical world, about all kind, interesting and desirable. Wasn't the very act of reading a pleasure more substantial than that of playing or eating, for instance, even when one was starved?

years later, a young man left the building of Laraby's Stadium in London.

the glow in Libby's cheeks. When there

He was in a state of wonder most of the time, the way a young boy is--engaged by the most ordinary things as if they were great miracles.

Nineteen and living a life not his own, he was sure enough of his worth to put his name to his work and let it stand for him. Did not even have a wife yet, according to Queen, so it was not love that set him to cutting the pine, but a trust and a longing.

He humped the sack over his shoulder and went on up the path. And Henry, picking up his much smaller bundle, forbore to offer to carry the larger one. To be no longer young, with all the world in front of you, must be bad enough, without having it brought forcibly to your notice.

children. She came up behind them along the field path from the church, and was dismayed by some quality of loveliness, of youth, that belonged to their gaiety. A quality that was not apparent in any communion between Liz and Walter.

She was afraid of what she called the young man's "personableness." She distrusted it for itself, and hated it as a potential threat to her house.

In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.

I don't think there's a problem with being a teen idol, if that happens to me, I'll be happy to deal with it.

I got my first tattoo when I was 16 years old and I went with my mom to get it done - she has a bunch too so we're tattoo buddies now.

A lot of kids are shocked at the idea of people over thirty having sex." (Max)

People are smarter now. That's one thing we taught them. Don't trust anybody. Don't trust your government. Don't trust the media. Don't trust anybody over thirty.

It's funny, but we were living on this small island off the coast of Charleston, South Carolina when I was 9.

Upon discovering what Fred had done, his mother grabbed him and stripped his clothes off. She stuck his butt out the window and yelled at the top of her voice, "Everyone in the neighborhood come quickly and see Freddie's bare ass!" That would be the first of many times during Fred Levin's life that he would bare his backside for the world to see.

Young men see pretty, and they start hanging all the things they hope you'll be onto you till you're so weighed down you can't move.