Quotes About Youth

Please don't get angry. I know this must sound very peculiar." "Peculiar? Sounds like something out of a horror film. You want me to suck your blood? What do you think I am?" "You're disabled," Othman answered simply. "And desperate. You want vitality. You want strength and agility. Youth. You want Barbara Eager.

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

You are a violent young man, which is quite at odds with the more mystical side of your character, which I am assured exists.

Neither of them particularly understood what they were feeling because they were very innocent and neither of them had any idea what the strange sensations in their bodies could mean or how they could be satisfied.

The most cruel thing about life, she thought, was not the fact that you aged and decayed, but that you appreciated youth and vitality only when it was too late.

Taziel looked at Daniel, and reached for his hand. He seemed so young and vulnerable.

My Lord, the booty of the day is meagre in quantity, but rich in quality. Observe the beauty of this youth.

Emma realised how beautiful Daniel had become. In Little Moor, she'd seen him as a gawky boy, but now his svelte body was that of a very attractive young man.

I would honour you, young terranaut, so lie down passively while I acquaint myself with the exquisite contours of your flesh.

I have never beheld a youth so pale and lovely. Such magic must refresh your very soul.

Tayven was so young and the strength that shone from him was more pathetic than total vulnerability, because he'd had to learn to breathe it, sleep it.

Ah, how young you are, how beautiful. I can't bear to think what will happen to you. I can't bear the thought of watching you wither.

In embracing Finnigin, he embraced his own youth. In melding with Finnigin, he became young, more vital.

Some wisdom can be learned only from the young. I know this, because I do constantly.

One thing Shan was wise enough to be aware of was that he had limited experience, simply because he was young.

In Caradore, Merlan might be regarded as precocious, a prodigy perhaps, but one that needed to be kept in his place. Not here. The Magravandians were aware of the boy's talent and intellect.

The youth himself seemed to be made of shell; delicate and translucent.

They had grown apart, perhaps, or it might be that Pharinet had always been different, only too young to realize it.

It's quite common, Shem. The younger a psychic is, the stronger their ability. Perhaps you need a new vizier now, another young boy, or girl, who's starry-eyed and easy to manipulate." "I won't listen to this!" Shem snapped. "Just get on with it! I only have one vizier, and that's you. I don't believe you mean what you say. You can't have changed that much.

Where had the delicate silent child gone, who'd been more like a mute mermaid stranded on land than a human being? What he saw now was a determined young woman who despite the passion of her words spoke clearly and firmly.

The cloth fell from his back and he was an aloof and dignified courtier no longer, but a witch-boy, the creature of his childhood, he that sang the water spirits from their gnat-organized homes. Jadrin, as white and deadly as the hottest of consuming flames.

By his side, Owen was standing with his head thrown back, his eyes peacefully closed, lips parted. Othman realised the boy was really quite beautiful. He looked like a dying saint, or someone inviting a kiss.

There: the child, her lovely gleam, her bright innocence, so trusting. And she too reaches out to us.

Khaster was weeping now, the same tears he had wept a thousand times in boyhood, when he'd curled himself into a dark corner, overcome by feelings of inadequacy and fear. Valraven had always found him, brought him out into the light, filled him with strength.