Quotes About Youth

Sam had dark curly hair that he wore parted in the middle and bluntly cut, just above his shoulders. He wore cheap John Lennon–style wire-rimmed glasses and one of those rough hemp striped parkas that are sold in Mexico. His blue jeans were holey and faded to almost white, and he paired his Teva sandals with thick white athletic socks.

It is relatively easy to pack up your life when you're twenty-three, and Sadie was significantly finished by the time Dov returned from the break.

I don't mind," Sam said. "I think you love pizza more than I do anyway." "When I was a kid." Sadie made a face at him. "You sure you don't mind?" "I mean, I mind

I stopped 'not' looking at her breasts for a moment in order to look in her eyes. I saw amusement and understanding there, and I was in love. At that age (or any age for that matter), our hearts are simple enough.

Promise me you'll always forgive me, and I'll promise I'll always forgive you." These, of course, are the kinds of vows young people feel comfortable making when they have no idea what life has in store for them.

A Trip to the Beach By Maya Tamerlane Fikry Teacher: Edward Balboni, Alicetown High School Grade 9

Do you like Moby Dick?" he asks. "I hate it," she says. "And I don't say that about many things. Teachers assign it, and parents are happy because their kids are reading something of 'quality.' But it's forcing kids to read books like that that make them think they hate reading.

What's a Forever 21?" Ismay laughs at him. "How do you not know this? Wasn't it ever referenced in one of those YA novels you're always reading?" "Young adult fiction isn't like that.

But have you read any short stories?" A.J. asked. "Maybe in school. Fairy tales. Or, um, The Red Pony? I think I was supposed to read The Red Pony." "That is a novella," A.J. said.

She felt, perhaps, old. She was still only twenty-five, but until that point, she had always been the youngest in any room she'd been in, and she had derived power from that.

He pats you on the shoulder. "We're lucky," he said. "We got to have this time, and we didn't ruin anyone's life in the process. It doesn't feel like it right now, but one day, you'll look back and think this was a very good outcome." An outcome, you think. When I was young, I had this affair, and wow, what an outcome!

Since she started teaching and become a mother, she'd felt old, but that night, she realized she wasn't old at all. You couldn't be old and still be wrong about as many things as she'd been wrong about, and it was a kind of immaturity to call yourself old before you were.

What kind of guitar would he make for this pretty harper with her sweet voice and stranger manners, who appeared so young but who seemed at times so old? It would have to glow with all the luster of her hair, and he knew he would have to give to it the feeling of ancient forests, of standing stones, and misty downs. Nothing else would be appropriate. Noth else would fit.

Christa hardly recognized her student. Black spandex jeans gave way to boots that rattled with lengths of chain. Leather jacket. Studded belts. A T-shirt that had been deliberately slashed into a borderline state between legality and indecency. Bandannas fluttered from ankles, elbows, wrists. Melinda had added perhaps a good six inches to her height with a teasing comb and liberal application of hairspray. Her blue eyes sparkled at Christa from within dark walls of eyeliner and shadow.

She sensed youth, but also anger and rage, and a frantic grasping at power and release; the ability to scream…and be heard.

When I was young, I used to think that wealth and power would bring me happiness... I was right.

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you

Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.

These guys totally agree that you're smokin' hot but think you're too young-" "That means 'flat-chested'. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment

early marriage usually foreclosed the possibility of a career dream.

What is the first thing young people ask about in job interviews today: What are the health benefits? When I asked a savvy focus group of New Yorkers in their mid-twenties, "How safe do you feel—about sex, money, relationships, marriage, street violence, job security?" The response was urgent and unanimous. "None of the above. Unsafe on all levels. At all times." And

And to what degree does the young woman invent the man she marries? She often sees in him possibilities that no one else recognizes and pictures herself within his dream as the one person who truly understands. Such illusions are the stuff of which the twenties are made.3

The other real forces urging young people into marriages generally sift down to one of the following: the need for safety, the need to fill some vacancy in themselves, the need to get away from home, the need for prestige or practicality. Safety

And he was the first crush I ever had that wasn't a scientist-- it's a different thing altogether. It made me a little peeved at myself, to be honest. Half the girls in Gotham City would have been happy just touching his jacket. I didn't want it to happen. But I'm human, all right? And for a while, we were better than kids with a crush. We were actually friends.