Quotes About Youth

Los niños, en contra de la opinión general de los adultos, no son imbéciles. Son capaces de percibir sentimientos complejos desde muy pequeños.

que jugaban con unos muñecos de superhéroes en el salón de su apartamento. Les guiñé el ojo a través del cristal e hice el gesto que hace Spiderman cuando lanza una de sus telarañas para, a continuación, desaparecer de su vista. En realidad, salté a la escalera de incendios, pero creo que esos chavales nunca olvidarán el día que creyeron ver a Spiderman y en realidad era una niña no mucho mayor que ellos.

La juventud muere cuando muere su voluntad de seducción.

Yo nunca he escrito ni escribiré nada para niños, porque creo que el niño puede leer los libros que lee el hombre, con determinadas excepciones que a todos se le ocurren. También habrá excepciones para hombres y para mujeres.

My Brat Pack buddies and I didn't exactly handle celebrity very well. Success at an early age is far more difficult to handle than failure.

Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.

The same generation that believed premarital sex was a sin thought it was perfectly fine to send their young people off to die in a senseless war.

No amount of parental protectiveness could overcome the fact that she was very ready to be dazzled.

The tendency to late marriages may reflect nothing more than the growth of sense," Lewis Durant said, "At 21, a man seldom knows what he is doing, or where his best interests lie." "I am glad you say a man, Mr. Durant, and exempt woman from this youthful imbecility," Lidia said. "I do: a woman's imbecility is not dependent on youth: it flourishes at all ages.

How odd that we always exclaim over children growing, as if in the ordinary run of things they shrink

The influences of our childhood and youth cannot be underestimated, I believe: those are the experiences that shape us, far beyond their immediate power

I believe, for instance, that love is an infection best contracted and got over when one is young, like the smallpox; and then one may rest secure from it and get on with life

It is very hard, I know, when you're young, to remember that there is such a thing as the rest of your life.

When I was twelve, I was interviewed by a doctoral candidate in education and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said that I either wanted to be a philosopher or a clown, and I understood then, I think, that much depended on whether or not I found the world worth philosophizing about, and what the price of seriousness might be.

As far as my own sexual orientation, I'm only seventeen years old and as of right now, I'm straight, but who knows what's to come?

She couldn't see the homemade colored sprinkles, the tender yellow cake, or the pale pink frosting made with strawberry syrup enhanced with a little rosewater. Although our local strawberries weren't in season yet, I had conjured the aroma and taste of juicy berries warmed by the sun. I hoped this flavor would help the two old people return once more to their youth and the carefree feeling of a summer day.

Ben is twenty-six, and this is his first job. He is small, weedy, and terribly, terribly serious about his work. His. Not anyone else's. He despises everyone else's. He has, however, produced our only literary fiction in the last two years that has sold over five thousand copies, so people listen to him. Which is a pity, since he doesn't really have anything to say.

And once I wanted to be a fireman. Then

He will be eighteen in January, but he looks younger than that, and vulnerable; yet older at the same time. Tired. His face is drawn. He has an urge to shield him, but how? There is no way. No way at all.

You see a lady sitting there and she's not doing anything and you tend to forget that of course she wasn't always a little old lady. There's all this colored stuff inside her, it's all inside, bubbling.

Fauve clenched her fists and bounded up from her bed, her gloom vanished in a rush of combat, which translated itself into the one eternal question which can make any female creature forget even such profound questions as the brevity of youth, the fleetingness of time. What was she going to wear ?

Current youth policy and parenting advice teeter between high-anxiety child protection and high-anger child punishment. It would appear that children are fragilely innocent until the moment they step over some line, at which point they become instantly, irredeemably wicked.

Since most sexual abuse begins well before puberty, preventive education, if it is to have any effect at all, should begin early in grade school.

A young lady is a female child who has just done something dreadful.