Quotes About Youth

Going to the theater is such a joyous experience. My dad would take my sister and me to plays when we were very young, like six or seven years old.

This here is: JESUS LAND

There's nothing wrong with being a genius who can fascinate the young. Rather, there's something wrong with the young who can't be fascinated by a genius.

It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others.

When you're young - when I was young - you want your emotions to be like the ones you read about in books. You want them to overturn your life, create and define a new reality. Later, I think, you want them to do something milder, something more practical: you want them to support your life as it is and has become. You want them to tell you that things are OK. And is there anything wrong with that?

I tell young people to prepare themselves as best they can for a world that grows more challenging every day-get the best education they can, and couple that education with real-life experience in social justice work.

Violence is Black children going to school for 12 years and receiving 6 years worth of education.

Gingrich didn't survive to enjoy the fruits of his success, however, since young Republicans persuaded him to step down after their poor showing in the 1998 midterms and because he was having an extramarital relationship at the same time the GOP was going after Clinton for doing the same.

When young and clever men are angry, they either explode or achieve great things.

Love is like riding or speaking French. If you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.

I still have all the faith and love for my music and yet I'm still playing places for kids.

Our imaginations are strong as children. Sometimes they get shoved aside, these imaginations. They get dusty and mildewed with age. The imagination is a muscle that has to be put to use or it shrivels.

Es bonita la cicatriz —le dice el chico. El corazón le da un vuelco y se lleva la cabeza de muñeca al pecho. —¿Bonita? Es una cicatriz. —Es una señal de haber sobrevivido.

It's not always easy when you're young—to know what that is—but with experience comes wisdom, and in time all the puzzle pieces slide into place. Eventually, you know what you are meant for, and you can see clearly what will give your life meaning.

Sì. Anton used to paint when he was younger.

my share of hardships. My childhood

Nick!' I flinch. 'What?' Jo widens her eyes at Mom. 'Forget it, Jo,' Mom says. 'He's not ready.' 'Yes, I am,' I tell her. 'I know I don't have a dad. Kenny DiPoto doesn't have a dad either because his dad got knifed in jail.' 'Geezus,' Jo breathes. 'What kind of neighbourhood is this?

Why didn't she go to college if she was so psyched about it?

Youth, health, wealth and beauty are meant to be fuel, to be burned in pursuit of pleasure, and not fruit to be pickled in anticipation of some future famine.

OK, so she ran off with a boy young enough to be her waist measurement. But at least she had the decency to do the dirty quietly and not hang around long enough to conduct a masterclass on familial trauma courtesy of the local rag, without even bothering to change the names.

Trying to cling to what you had when you were young would be so tragic, horrible, and after a certain age ambition is horribly disfiguring to the character.

The truth of the matter is, beauty is a specific thing, rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens, 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.

As a precocious teen I dreamed of being Graham Greene. Well, as it turned out, I never wrote a great novel, sadly, and I never converted to Catholicism, happily, but I did do one thing he did. That is, in middle age I moved to a seaside town and got into a right barney with the local powers-that-be.

We sat there smiling at each other, shimmied to a standstill, thinking about all the boys that had wanted us that day, and how none of them had got us, not for a minute; how we'd let them pay for drinks and candyfloss and then run away laughing, their cries of 'Slags!' and 'Bitches' ringing in our ears like respect rather than derision.