Quotes About Youth

Innocence is indeed a glorious thing, only, on the other hand, it is very sad that it cannot well maintain itself, and is easily seduced.

There I am in my younger days, star gazing Painting picture perfect maps Of how my life and love would be Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection My compass, faith in love's perfection I missed ten million miles I should have seen.

Urlò anche il pubblico, d'un entusiasmo non sappiamo quanto sincero, evocando alla ribalta l'autore, che non si presentò. Si chiamava Ugo Foscolo, e aveva diciannove anni.

If this was how the young made themselves independent from their parents, then she only wished the process over. Watching her daughter pull away from her day by day hurt too much.

Extraña locura! El amor a los veinte años se parece a un acceso de fiebre, a un delirio. Cuando termina, cuesta recordar otros… El ardor de la sangre, que se apaga pronto… Ante aquella llamarada de sueños y deseos, qué viejo, qué frío, qué sensato me sentía…

En kvinne bør ligne på en kvige: øm, tillitsfull og frodig, med en kropp så hvit som fløte - en hud som gamle skuespillerinner, skjønner dere, en hud som er myk av massasje og gjennomtrengt av sminke og pudder.

Estaba loca. Era una mujer de veinte años y había actuado como una niña de doce. <>

She should have turned the other way, said nothing, waited...She's too young. She doesn't know that time heals all, wipes everything away. She doesn't know that her Bernard will change, that she will change. If they live to be old, they will change body and soul, two or even three times, perhaps more. She can't hold on to the man Bernard is today. She should leave him be, she should forget. Another Bernard will be there tomorrow.

For there comes a time in life when the pity previously reserved only for children takes on a different form, a time when we study the faces of 'old people' and sense that one day we will be just like them. And that is the moment when early childhood comes to an end.

Ci resta sempre in fondo al cuore il rimpianto di un'ora, di un'estate, di un fuggevole istante in cui la giovinezza si schiude come una gemma.

Such madness. When you're 20, love is like a fever. It makes you almost delirious. When it's over, you can hardly remember how it happened. Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns out.

The serving girl—plump, round and rosy-cheeked—moved quickly between the tables. The soldiers smiled at her. She felt torn between the desire to smile back at them, because they were young, and the fear of getting a bad reputation, because they were the enemy—so she frowned and tightly pursed her lips, without, however, quite managing to erase the two dimples on her cheeks which showed her secret pleasure.

Tutti e due pensavano ai giovani – i loro fratelli, i loro amici – le cui ossa erano in decomposizione sotto terra, nelle innumerevoli fosse comuni. Loro, i sopravvissuti, adesso lo sapevano, di essere mortali. È una lezione che di solito si impara da adulti, ma quelli che hanno dovuto apprenderla a vent'anni non la scordano più. Ah, com'era importante affrettarsi a respirare, baciare, bere, fare l'amore!

Giunge un'età, infatti, in cui la pietà che avevamo per i bambini prende un'altra forma, un'età in cui contempliamo i volti rugosi dei vecchi e intuiamo che un giorno saremo come loro... È allora che finisce la prima infanzia.

It's sad," said Lucile, thinking of all the girls whose youth was passing them by in vain: the men were gone, prisoners or dead. The enemy took their place. It was deplorable, but no one would even know in the future. It would be one of those things posterity would never find out, or would refuse to see out of a sense of shame.

youth is a marvelous garment

Once in an endless meadow, just able to peer through the tawny haze of the grass tops, the child who was myself had watched a young fox catching mice, an elegant newly minted fox, straight from the hand of God, brilliantly ruddy, with black stockings and a white-tipped brush. The fox heard and turned. I saw its intense vivid mask, its liquid amber eyes. Then it was gone. An image of such beauty and such mysterious sense. The child wept and knew himself an artist.

I'm not young. I've never had any youth.

There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.

Tell her I was young once and star-bright Who am now invisible . . .

He felt himself falling into a state, very common when he was younger, of being totally cut off from the society he was in.

There are things which are appalling to young people because young people think life should be happy and free. But life is never really happy and free in any beautiful sense. Happiness is a weak and paltry thing and perhapsfreedom has no meaning. There are great patterns in which we are involved, and destinies which belong to us and which we love even in the moment when they destroy us.

I don't think she's had much of a life. Well, a life is a life. What does that mean? One never knows. I daresay most lives are rotten. It's only when one's young one expects otherwise.

Who is one's first love? Who indeed.