Quotes About Youth

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

Though the Jazz Age continued it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; At 45 they are caves in which we hide.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Shit!" I shouted at him. "Now listen, my friend. The youth have no role. They have no jobs. They have no money. They are not in power and they do not make decisions. If there is going to be a war, they will be dumped into the army. And they will be killed like young men everywhere have been killed - whether or not they believe in the war. Having no role is their role.

The Philippines just need 100 youth to stand up for their country

It's time to ask why [the United States] is the only country in the world where we permit our children to be saddled with tens — sometimes hundreds — of thousands of dollars of debt before they begin to earn a penny.

My children are horrified at the histories. But the young tend to be such ninnies. Don't you agree?

I've seen it before: a good-looking, middle-aged woman in a dead marriage; they find some young handsome bloke, and it's love's young dream all over again. I think they're trying to recapture their youth, or something. Perhaps they think it's their last chance at romance, or having a last bite of the big, emotional cherry. All I know is, when they get like this, they fall harder than a ton of bricks.

She'd quite liked being young and stupid. It beat middle-aged and fairly intelligent. Sometimes.

We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger but not any better off Bullet proof loneliness At best, at best

Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town.

It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless. The ribbon on my wrist says "Do not open before Christmas." Only liars, but we're the best. Only good for the latest trends. Only good cuz you can have almost famous friends, besides we've got such good fashion sense.

It's funny, when you're a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me.

Because of the times we live in, all of us, young and old, do not spend enough time and effort thinking about the meaning of life. We do not look inside ourselves enough to understand our strengths and weaknesses, and we do not look around enough - a the world, in history - to ask the deepest and broadest questions. The solution surely is that, even now, we could all use a little bit more of a liberal education.

It didn't matter which side you were on. It was an empty, cavernous world in which young boys groped around in the dark, dreading the next step, which might be on a landmine or into a booby trap. It was a world of death. No one came out of it unscathed. It was a world with only one law: kill or be killed. [204]

The reason that the all-American boy prefers beauty to brains is that he can see better than he can think.

PRAXIS DUVEEN, AT THE age of five, sitting on the beach at Brighton, made a pretty picture for the photographer. Round angel face, yellow curls, puffed sleeves, white socks and little white shoes—one on, one off, while she tried to take a pebble from between her tiny pink toes—delightful! The photographer had hoped to include her elder sister Hypatia in the picture, but that sullen, sallow little girl had refused to appear on the same piece of card as her ill-shod sister.

As a young woman I, Frances, did not have Serena's appetite for work. I never quite accepted employment as an essential part in my life.

Roiters said, "I always felt that the kid had blood on his hands.

ponytail, a red sweatband encircled his forehead.

It's those punk kids." Ruthie Zipperstein grimaced. "They wear those Nazi armbands and the leather pants. Anti-Semites, each and every one of them. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they were behind what happened at the mikvah.