Quotes About Youth

WE ARE ALL AFRAID of being alone. To teenagers, the idea of being alone is almost as bad as the idea of dying, which at least has a certain romantic appeal.

Darlin', old don't mean dead.

school before me, and we'd see her

Kids are kids whether they have money or not

The old blue swing looked lonely, like it was waiting to tell stories, and it could sure enough tell a lot.

young and his

Would you want to be sixteen again?" Lola asked.

Kids your age will always be children to me.

I don't believe it," said Stumpy ungratefully. His wife was more gracious. "Thanks, Miss Drew. And I want to tell you I'm tired of this whole business. You're only a kid but you've really taught me a lesson.

Emily Willoughby, a dainty young woman, had chestnut-colored hair, set off to advantage by her white linen dress.

NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible. She had just delivered some legal papers for her father.

The young detective smiled, glad that everything had worked out so successfully. Her gaze wandered along the stately cloister of Heath Castle. With the afternoon sun sinking low, the shadowy passageway had never looked more beautiful. It was peaceful and quiet, and nothing was further from Nancy's thoughts than a new mystery.

don't believe it," said Stumpy ungratefully. His wife was more gracious. "Thanks, Miss Drew. And I want to tell you I'm tired of this whole business. You're only a kid but you've really taught me a lesson.

I must have had a serious puppy-dog pout going

Hi, Judy!" she called to the little girl, who was playing in the yard with a midget badminton set.

Dad, that's wonderful!" Nancy exclaimed. "I hope we hear something soon." Her father chuckled. "When you were a little girl, Nancy, you were always eager to have things happen. I used to say to you, 'Hold your horses!' Now I'm saying it again. Don't get your hopes up too high." Nancy laughed. "Spoken like a lawyer," she teased, and then said good-by.

CHAPTER I The Rescue NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible.

Nancy zipped across the street and into a photocopy shop. "Hi. I want you to blow something up," she said to the clerk. "This is a copy shop, not a terrorist headquarters," said the young man behind the counter. Then he laughed with his entire thin body. "I never get tired of that joke," he said.

An hour later Nancy, Ned, and their friends were watching the swimming races at Camp Hiawatha. In the fun and excitement she found it hard to remember the threat of danger. Cheers and singing filled the air as the young campers put all their high-spirited enthusiasm into the contests.

CHAPTER I The Rescue NANCY DREW, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue

Within minutes the girls were running barefoot along the sand, playing tag with the breaking wavelets. Nancy was dangling a bathing cap in her hand. "I'm glad it's calm," George remarked. "Say, maybe we could use one of those sailboats!" There were a variety of boats tied up—small sailing dinghies, rowboats, Boston Whalers. Larger sailboats were moored offshore. Several Sailfish had been pulled up on the beach.

how do you like children?" "Wrapped up in twine and tied to a tree

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

It happened that green and crazy summer when Frankie was twelve years old. This was the summer when for a long time she had not been a member. She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world. Frankie had become an unjoined person and hung around in doorways, and she was afraid.