Quotes About Youth

Or maybe I was just a girl, interrupted

Maybe I was just flirting with madness the way I flirted with my teachers and my classmates.

Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that? I

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old, how many boys?

How many girls do you think a seventeen-year-old boy would have to screw to earn the label compulsively promiscuous? Three? No, not enough. Six? Doubtful. Ten? That sounds more likely. Probably in the fifteen-to-twenty range, would be my guess--if they ever put that label on boys, which I don't recall their doing. And for seventeen-year-old girls, how many boys?

They were all seventeen and miserable, just like me. They didn't have time to wonder why I was a little more miserable than most.

Stavolta lessi il titolo del quadro: Ragazza interrotta mentre suona. Interrotta mentre suona: com'era stata la mia vita, interrotta nella musica dei miei diciassette anni, com'era stata la sua vita, strappata e fissata su tela: un momento reso immobile, per tutti gli altri momenti, qualsiasi cosa fossero o avrebbero potuto essere. Quale vita può guarirne?

Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever

The mind of youth eagerly catches at promised pleasure: pure and innocent by nature, it thinks not of the dangers lurking beneath those pleasures, till too late to avoid them:

Oh my dear girls—for to such only am I writing—listen not to the voice of love, unless sanctioned by paternal approbation: be assured, it is now past the days of romance:

?udno, ko zdaj podoživljam ?ustvene boje tistih ?asov, dobim vtis, da moja velika mladostniška kriza ni nastopila, kakor se praviloma dogaja, ko sem odraš?ala v dekle, ampak v otroških letih. Pri dvanajstih, trinajstih štirinajstih sem že imela neko svojo žalostno trdnost... Vse je bilo le ena izmed naštetih malih vlogic, ki sem jih morala odigrati, ?e sem hotela imeti mir... Niso nas vzgajali za doslednost, temve? za prilagodljivost.

perchè è la forza dello spirito, e non quella dei muscoli, che fa vivere giovani a lungo.

I would like to point out, though, Lady Georgiana, he continued, that you have decided to stay in a household with five single gentlemen, three of them adults. Four, Andrew broke in, coloring. I'm seventeen. That's older than Romeo was when he married Juliet. And it's younger than I am, which is what counts, Tristan countered, sending his brother a stern look.

Well, sometimes Reginald tries to ride Waya, and his pipe sticks out when he does it." In the doorway behind him Rebecca made a choking sound. "His pipe?" she asked faintly. "That's what Pogue says it's called. A pipe and bags. Like a bagpipe. All boys have them.

This was another item about growing up: you encountered all the cliches of love and loss and heartbreak.

Sometimes college seemed merely an endless exhausting string of appointments.

Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

He was young, gorgeous, a Ruthledge, and just enough ruthlessness to put him on the right side of edgy.

The Nashes pushed Johnny as hard socially as they did academically. At first, it was Boy Scout camp and Sunday Bible classes; later on, lessons at the Floyd Ward dancing school and membership in the John Aldens Society, a youth organization devoted to improving the manners of its members.

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

There was a beautiful time...

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be damned. Sure I want them, but they are nonexistent, and won't matter when I rot underground. All I want to say is: I made the best of a mediocre job. It was a good fight while it lasted. And so life goes.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day, spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.