Quotes About Youth

I was in Little League. I was on first base: I stole third. I ran straight across the diamond. Earlier in the week, I learned the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. I argued with the ump that second base was out of my way.

How young can you die of old age?

Imagine Oshkosh straitjackets for little insane children.

When I turned two I was really anxious, because I'd doubled my age in a year. I thought, if this keeps up, by the time I'm six I'll be ninety.

She smelled too. Like a 22 year old girl. He tried to place that smell but he couldn't. It seemed like a mixture of skin lotion and confidence.

I want to be age appropriate. I don't want to be that girl you see walking away and she looks 25 and then she turns around and she looks 90.

The day before my 16th birthday I got my guitar.

Climbing may be hard, but it's easier than growing up. (Thanks Ed Sklar!)

In de weerdij van dien laatsten zomer dat ze te boere had overgebracht, was Mira van kind tot volslagen deerne uitgegroeid; slank en mager nog, onvast en los in de gewrichten, maar begaafd met al de kennis en streken om het verleidelijke van 't geen haar van vorm en vrouwelijk fatsoen nog ontbrak, als ontluikende schoonheid te doen uitkomen, en de rest als een belofte te laten gelden.

In mijn jongde beschouwde ik oude menschen als zijnde van een bijzonder soort: alsof ze altijd oud geweest waren, en de jonge altijd jong zouden blijven.

These things have a life of there own and never existed when I was growing up certainly worrying when one would get made. It's kind of amazing how that one movie kept living through all these years.

And I remember as a second or third grader having some autonomy to go to the store if I felt like it, walk home, take my time, kick the can. We were on our own schedule after school, so that was cool.

Daniel took off his tie, loosened his shirt collar. He didn't like Owen seeing him in uniform. It made him feel young and conventional.

Dressed as man, and with all the poise of someone at least six years older, he had learned quickly from his Magravandian classmates.

Melandra shivered, remembering all the hours she had spent alone as a young girl, and the tall, sinister shadows that might have waited for her in the tangled corners of the garden playgrounds.

A young man had come into the garden. Not dead, then, but returned. A sense of recognition flooded through her, she felt her flesh grow hot. It was Khaster. She nearly choked, but after only a moment, she realized it was someone who looked like him, who'd stolen his brother's face.

Daniel looked young and vulnerable, still wearing his school uniform, although he'd removed his tie and jacket.

Did the sight of Tayven kindle old memories? Perhaps he was sad to see Tayven had grown from a beautiful fey boy into a man. It could remind him of his own mortality. When Tayven had first gone into Almorante's service, the prince had been little more than a boy himself.

It was hard for her to equate this slim, beautiful young man with the scruffy yob she usually encountered. The transformation confused her, yet she sensed Owen was completely in control of how he appeared to people. That unnverved her. It made her think he was, therefore, not to be controlled by her.

He had sent one of his licky-spits 'round, a lily-fleshed human boy with the glassy-eyed stare of the perpetually supped.

Our elders wanted to forget the past, and relatively youthful people, like myself, complied with their wishes; we had been trained to fear our history.

Daniel's silence had been eloquent on the other end of the line. Shem was reminded that his vizier was five years older now; a boy no longer and perhaps not quite so malleable as in the past.

I see a boy. Ah, he is beautiful, and he has the way of wyrd within him.

Othman became aware of Owen's mounting unease on his other side. The boy would have to be attended to first.