Quotes About Youth

Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.

At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end. When they lost this belief, they lost everything.

I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

Chances are, when you were young, you were told, in effect, Listen, kid, here is the news: life is not about you. Life is not about what you want. What you want is not important. Life is about doing what others expect of you. If you accepted this idea, later on you wondered what had happened to your fire. Where had your enthusiasm for living gone?

If his or her upbringing is successful, the young man or woman will have evolved out of that dependency into a self-respecting and self-responsible human being who is able to respond to the challenges of life competently and enthusiastically.

He was not ill-fitted to be the head and representative of a community which owed its origin and progress, and its present state of development, not to the impulses of youth, but to the stern and tempered energies of manhood and the sombre sagacity of age; accomplishing so much, precisely because it imagined and hoped so little.

Pearl gathered the violets, and anemones, and columbines, and some twigs of the freshest green, which the old trees held down before her eyes. With these she decorated her hair and her young waist, and became a nymph child, or an infant dryad, or whatever else was in closest sympathy with the antique wood.

O Fiend, whose talisman was that fatal symbol, wouldst thou leave nothing, whether in youth or age, for this poor sinner to revere?—such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.

Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

That old woman taught me my catechism! said the young man; and there was a world of meaning in this simple comment.

A modern child could teach old Hepzibah more than old Hepzibah could teach the child.

But never had their youthful beauty seemed so pure and high, as when its glow was chastened by adversity.

In short, there has seldom been seen so depressed and sad a figure as this young girl's; and it was hardly possible to help being angry with her, from mere despair of doing anything for her comfort.

La gaiezza dei vecchi somiglia assai da vicino al riso dei bimbi: negli uni e negli altri l'allegria non nasce dallo spirito e dall'intelligenza, ma è appena un raggio di gioia che passa e illumina, come una carezza di sole, tanto il ramo verde e tenero quanto il tronco rugoso.

We have wronged each other, answered he. "Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay.

I know what to think when a young girl shivers by a warm hearth and complains of lonesomeness at her mother's side. Shall I put these feelings into words?

Her simple, careless, childish flow of spirits often made me sad. She seemed to me like a butterfly at play in a flickering bit of sunshine, and mistaking it for broad and eternal summer. We sometimes hold mirth to stricter accountability than sorrow; it must show good cause, or the echo of its laughter comes back drearily.

No longer ago than this morning, I was old. I remember looking in the glass, and wondering at my own gray hair, and the wrinkles, many and deep, right across my brow, and the furrows down my cheeks, and the prodigious trampling of crow's feet about my temples! It was too soon! I could not bear it! Age had no right to come! I had not lived!

Donatello, you had better take one of those gay, boyish artists for your companion," said Miriam, when she found the Italian youth at her side.

At almost every step in life, we meet with young men of just about Holgrave's age, for whom we anticipate wonderful things, but of whom, even after mucha nd careful inquiry, we never happen to hear another word. The effervescence of youth and passion, and the fresh gloss of the intellect and imagination, endow them with a false brilliancy, which makes fools of themselves and other people.

The young deemed themselves happy. The elder spirits, if they knew that mirth was but the counterfeit of happiness, yet followed the false shadow willfully, because at least her garments glittered brightest. Sworn triflers of a lifetime, they would not venture among the sober truths of life not even to be truly blest.

These reminiscences and associations, together with the tendency to heart-break natural to a young man for the first time out of his native sphere, caused Giovanni to sigh heavily[.]

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and till Doomsday

Soon after, Tom, all of twenty years old, became the only soldier in the Civil War to win two Medals of Honor. In