Quotes About Youth

America is remarkable, don't you think so? When I came to Washington, I was twelve years old. I spoke English with an English accent. It was assumed that it would go on in that way.

Youth isn't all it's cracked up to be either." "Then you're doing it wrong.

I finally got it.Allie and Sam..heavy duty secret handshake going on.

I looked in the mirror again. I wasn't even sure I could get the cap on over the fluff. "Maybe we went a little overboard." "Trust me. We didn't." I wasn't so sure, though, when we walked into the kitchen where Dad was giving Jason pointers on driving in the rain, as though Raglan offered challenges he might never have encountered before.

He took my hand, gave me a quick kiss, and led me to the front porch where my parents had left the light on. "I had a really nice time," I said with a very serious face. He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, me, too. Maybe we could go out again sometime." I almost burst out laughing. "I'd like that." "Good night, Dani," he said quietly. Then he took me in his arms and gave me a good-night kiss to remember.

As soon as we finished eating, we went to the back room where Dave or Bubba had set up half a dozen pool tables. Along the walls were pinball and old video game machines. I'm talking original Pac-Man. It was like this was where old games were put out to pasture.

I talked my parents into sponsoring a player not because guys needed a place to stay. I did it…because I wanted a boyfriend." "You thought I'd be your boyfriend?" "No, that was too icky to even consider. I mean, you've seen my underwear. I've seen yours." His mouth twitched.

At sixteen, she was already over drinking, over "being bad.

The child resembled Pippi Longstocking, the heroine of those strange Dutch children's books.

I bitterly resent all that wasted time. And what I resent most of all is that the ones I did get never, never looked like the Greek statues." "The Greek-statue types may have been too busy going out with other boys to notice you.

Nothing existed outside ourselves and school. For us, the world of politics, social revolution, the war in Vietnam never happened.

I can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man. To be so intimate with another person. Not to hide anything. I don't know if I could do that. It would have to be a boy anyway, not a grown man, someone as scared as me.

To be young was to be more closely rooted to the thing that forms you,

But I had seen, the night I met her, that her beauty was going to leave her like it does all women. For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But its passage, its damages, are all we have. Without it, there's nothing.

You would not have gone. I understand that. You would not have gone up to his room. You would not have asked him for help. You would not have been wandering lost at midnight at age eleven. You would have been safe and dry and asleep, at home with your mother and father who cared about you and had rules, curfews, expectations. Everything for you would have been different. But if you were me, you would have done what I did. You would have gone, hopeful and stupid, to get the money for the taxi.

I was a kid. I didn't know about love, that you see someone and whether or not they say much, they make the world suddenly different, a mysterious and more alive place that you can access only through them. And the new, better world falls lifeless and flat when they go away.

Please, we're in high school. Hook up and move on.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we're so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap.

Most people think the big challenge is having adults take you seriously, but as long as you go into meetings confident and prepared, they respect you. And a lot of my employees think that it's cool to be working for a young entrepreneur,

Dating and getting attention from boys was something that came later to me.

To her it seemed an inevitable thing as much a part of herself as her breathing; and yet it appeared transcendent of self, and she looked up and onwards towards her love--for the eyes of the young are drawn to the stars and the spirit of youth is seldom earth-bound." p146

And so blinded was she by those gleams of glory which the stars fling into the eyes of young lovers, that she saw perfection where none existed; saw a patient endurance that was purely fictitious, and conceived of a loyalty far beyond the limits of Angela's nature.

For she thought that she glimpsed through the dust of the years, a faint flicker of the girl who had lingered in the lanes when the young man Williams and she had been courting. And looking at Williams as he stood before her twitching and bowed, she thought that she glimpsed a faint flicker of the youth, very stalwart and comely, who had bent his head downwards and sideways as he walked and whispered and kissed in the lanes.

This is better than being young Nelson,' thought Stephen, ' 'cause this way I'm happy just being myself.