Quotes About Youth

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

Och, Dani my darling, you're not giving me a single reason to wait for you to grow up. You're giving me a thousand reasons not to." It's Christian! I'm so glad it's him, not one of the other princes! I turn around in his arms and tip my head back. "Hi, Christian!" I beam at him. He's hotter than the other princes. I'm glad I got him. I'll take the others, too, but I want him first. "I want to grow up. Now. Hurry.

She's too young. Too innocent. Too human. For what I'm becoming.

At fourteen, I'd vowed, one day, I'd be the woman making him laugh, making joy blaze from his face, so tangible it seemed I might catch it in my hands.

His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Oh, the cockiness of youth. How I missed mine.

I'm gonna give one of 'em my virginity one day." She preened. I was momentarily dumbstruck. I couldn't begin to enumerate all the things that were appalling about that possibility. "We so have to talk," I finally managed.

Criminally young, he charged, and I can't argue. But I can change.

See that blonde down there with the big tits? I was about to get laid." "One, I'm too young to hear that kind of stuff, and two, I don't see you carrying a club to knock her over the head with, so how were you going to accomplish that?

You didn't warn me enough. I'm only fourteen! I don't know everything! I can't know everything! You're older! You're supposed to warn me about stuff!

We look at each other commiserating, because grown-ups are so fecked up and we're never going to turn out like them.

He smiled faintly. "Do your thing, Ms. Lane. You might be criminally young, but the night is not.

Ain't too young for nothing." "In some societies that would be true. Different places. Different times. You'd be old enough to be a wife and mother.

There's your first mistake. Learn to act, kid.

She's going to burn herself to ash if she doesn't find someone or something that takes her all the way down to ground zero and recharges her. She needs to crash as hard as she lives or she'll die young.

I wanted to touch the edges of my life - the same instinct, I think, that inspires young mortals to flip tractors and enlist in foreign wars.

The Beginning of the End can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it. When I was a kid I couldn't see any of these ridges. It was only after Swamplandia!'s fall that time folded into a story with a beginning, a middle, and an ending. If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.

My mother is thirty-one years old, but the land out here paints old age onto her.

Granana lives on the other side of the island. She's eighty-four, I'm twelve, and Wallow's fourteen, so it's a little ambiguous as to who's babysitting whom.

The past, with its monstrous depth and span, reached toward him, demanding an understanding that he simply could not give it. His mind was too young and too narrow to withstand the onrush of her life.

Even at this altitude, the substitute pilot's bathed in sweat, sweat running down his chin and neck. Fear must be the fountain of youth, because the substitute pilot now looks younger than any of us, doughy and flushed with horror.

My dad's version of the book, the staid, declarative Guide to the Galaxy, is nearly identical, except that the graphics are a matte black, and the same information is listed as Fact #47. I guess that's what growing up means, at least according to to the publishing industry: phosphorescence fades to black and white, and facts cease to be fun.

That summer Nal was fourteen and looking for excuses to have extreme feelings about himself.

When you are a kid, it's hard to tell the innocuous secrets from the ones that will kill you if you keep them.