Quotes About Youth

Where are the days we once held So loose in our sure hands? When did these racing streams Carve depthless caves beneath our feet? And how did this scene stagger And shift to make fraught our deft lies In the places where youth will meet, In the lands of our proud dreams? Where, among all you before me, Are the faces I once knew?

In the meantime, old lover, let's drink against the night and remember other nights from long ago, when we had nothing and everything, when we knew it all but didn't know a fucking thing. Let's drink, Ivis, to the sunken islands of our youth.

they make me think of that boy, the way he always got into things he shouldn't have. Wits enough to be curious, not smart enough to be cautious.

And now here I sit, on my brow a circlet of fire, and this kingdom I rule is naught but the host of my life's recollections, unruly subjects, so eager for insurrection, to usurp the aged man from his charred throne and raise up younger versions one by one.

Old men and the dead were the first whisperers of the word vengeance. Old men and the dead stood at the same wall, and while the dead faced it, old men held their backs to it. Beyond that wall was oblivion. They spoke from the end times, and both knew a need to lead the young onto identical paths, if only to give meaning to all they had known and all they had done.

this was how young boys made amends. Without words, with spare gestures that, in their rarity, acquired all the necessary significance.

The young were better at making friends. The young had nothing to lose

the boy walks another soldier, another one bright heart not yet cooled to hard iron

Vengeance belonged to the young, after all. The time when emotions burned hottest, when life was sharp enough to cut, fierce enough to sear the soul.

When we speak of ancient times, Rud Elalle, we find in our words things far nearer to hand, and all those emotions we imagined new, blazing with our own youth, we find to be ancient beyond imagining. -- Silchas Ruin

improbabilities is a word few children know, and even if they did, why, they would dismiss the notion with a single hand fluttering overhead as they danced to the horizon. Because it will not do to creep timorously into the future, no, one should leap, sail singing through the air, and who can say where one's feet will finally set down on this solid, unknown land?

Innocence,' she whispered. The one thing we all leave behind, alas. The one thing we all walk away from, sooner or later. Oh yes, you can look back and call it ignorance instead. But you do that because you've forgotten what you lost.

An Elegy, Years After Sarah" So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she'd stuck up there in childhood came out in strange constellations and I missed the earth till her room was night her breath deepening the stars cooling down: I said come closer and her eyes — half-open, flashing back whatever light there was — went out.

I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.

Patrick: How do you know so much about dating? You're a teenage girl. Tess: Because I'm a teenage girl.

But she has always felt that her thirties were going to be her best decade, and since she is still lingering in her twenties, there is no hurry.

For what is genius, I ask you, but the capacity to be obsessed? ...We have all been geniuses, you and I; but sooner or later it is beaten out of us, the glory faded, and by the age of seven most of us are nothing but wretched little adults.

One of the reasons why people - particularly young people - love action movies is because what they are really looking for is justice.

Pity the child for his loss. He truly wanted his laser gun to kill the Minotaur, believed that it would, even. Each time an act of hope fails, the capacity for experiencing hope itself diminishes. The child will be lucky if he reaches adulthood with even a shred of faith intact.

I was making a lot of 8mm home movies, since I was twelve, making little dramas and comedies with the neighborhood kids.

I get that same queasy, nervous, thrilling feeling every time I go to work. That's never worn off since I was 12 years-old with my dad's 8-millimeter movie camera.