Quotes About Youth

So Henry, Puck said as he kicked off his shoes and propped his smelly feet on the kitchen table. I was wondering what you can tell me about puberty. Henry turned pale and stammered. Sabrina wanted to crawl under the table and die.

And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?

I smoked and looked down at the bottom of Pittsburgh for a little while, watching the kids playing tiny baseball, the distant figures of dogs snatching at a little passing car, a miniature housewife on her back porch shaking out a snippet of red rug, and I made a sudden, frightened vow never to become that small, and to devote myself to getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

I reflected that it seemed to be in the nature of human beings to spend the first part of their lives mocking the cliches and conventions of their elders and the final part mocking the cliches and conventions of the young.

Childhood is a branch of cartography.

I thought you seemed like someone who might enjoy backgammon, said the kid, gravely mistaken.

His bit of pencil turned up in the seat pocket of his short trousers, but as the search for the pad continued without issue a crease appeared in the boy's domed brow. He patted himself up and down until filaments of honey floss formed between his fingertips and pockets, coating him in a gossamer down. The old man watched helpless as the boy, with mounting agitation, spun threads of loss from his palms and fingertips.

But Josef, like many boys of nineteen, was under the misapprehension that his heart had been broken a number of times, and he prided himself on the imagined toughness of that organ.

She believed that it was important to put trust in children, to hand over the reins to them from time to time, to let them decide things for themselves.

They were little more than boys, and yet while they differed in race, in temperament, and in their understanding of love, they were united in this: The remnant of their boyhood was a ballast they wished to cut away.

You were right once, young man," Anapol said. "That may be all the being right you get.

The fathers were standing around in their baseball caps, in a knot, smoking and talking. They looked over at Kohn's van, trying to identify it. Many of them would have known each other all their lives. On this field they would have tormented the chubby, the bespectacled goat of their generation. Their sons sat clumped along the bench like pigeons on the arm of a statue.

Children did not abandon comics; comics, in their drive to attain respect and artistic accomplishment, abandoned children.

I reflected that it seemed to be in the nature of human beings to spend the first part of their lives mocking the clichés and conventions of their elders and the final part mocking the clichés and conventions of the young.

A few peace activists, looking like peace activists all over the world, young, unassailable, and romantic, hand out roses. The message is old, the gesture likewise: the flower as a sign of good. There's a flaw in the symbolism, however, a permanent gash in this goodness: the flower withers. It lives for a moment. Then it withers in your hands.

An excess of the desire to appear grown up is one of the defining characteristics of adolescence.

The truth is that comic-book creators have simply lost the habit of telling stories to children. And how sad is that?

Tommy had never been successful at explaining himself to adults because of their calamitous heedlessness

Le facce dei bambini erano stupite, esitanti. Il lento, triste, oscuro sottomarino che trasportava il carico delle loro vite, era improvvisamente emerso in superficie. Nel loro sangue ora circolava disordinatamente l'azoto della meraviglia. Nessuno rideva o sorrideva, ma si sa che quando si divertono davvero, i bambini sono sempre seri.

What I came to dislike about Little League that spring was not the regulation per se, or the fathers--whose consciousness had generally been raised at least a little bit--or the tedium, or the low quality of play, or the pain of watching my son strike out a lot. It was the way I got reminded, every game, that this was the world my children lived in: the world in which the wild watershed of childhood had been brought fully under control of the adult Corps of Engineers.

Nobody should grow old." "And everybody should get the chance.

Darius McGinley had had only one profession since age eleven, drug dealer. He'd had only one true family, a gang.

Funny, Dad, but my generation is visual. We don't tell people what other people are doing. We show what we're doing. We put up photos.

hang out on the surf beaches even though I didn't know how to surf.