Quotes About Youth

I only remember fighting Ozzy O'Dell once. It was back in second grade. He threw these weird windmill-like punches, which was probably an early sign that the swim team was in his future.

For Connor it's not about stupidity, or even rebellion—it's about feeling life. Sitting on this ledge, hidden behind an exit sign is where he feels most comfortable. Sure, one false step and he's roadkill. Yet for Connor, life on the edge is home.

The kids who knew them would talk about how terrible it was, and gripe about it for a day or two, and then it became old news. Unwinds didn't go out with a bang —they didn't even go out with a whimper. They went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

He had even convinced a girl to splat with him once, just so he could say, "Girls fall for me—literally.

Greyson Tolliver locked himself in his apartment, opened the windows to let in the cold, then crawled into his bed beneath heavy covers. It was what he had done when he was younger and the world got the better of him. He could disappear beneath the billowing comforter that protected him from the coldness of the world.

But . . . but I'm only ninety-six

You seemed to be awfully friendly with one of the party boys. Should I invite more of them for you next time?" "No, no, it's nothing like that," said Rowan, blushing in spite of himself. "He's just a friend from home.

The whole place is a petri dish of angst, generated by kids whose parents gave up on them, which is the worst kind of angst there is. There are fights and ridiculous posturing on a daily basis.

Immortality cannot temper the folly or frailty of youth. Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo. So, we lay to rest the wide-eyed wonder we once thrived upon, replacing it with scars of which we never speak, too knotted for any amount of technology to repair.

Mr. Akron," says a girl, fourteen or so—he can't get over the fact that so many of the kids, particularly the younger ones, are not only ridiculously respectful, but think that Akron is somehow part of his name—

Lief shook his head. "No grown-ups here. Only kids. Kids and monsters." "Monsters!" said Nick. "That's great. That's wonderful. I'm so glad I asked.

It was hard to have feelings about something she was years away from even considering.

Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices.

The child, in love with prints and maps, Holds the whole world in his vast appetite. How large the earth is under the lamplight! But in the eyes of memory, how the world is cramped!

When I was young I lived a constant storm, Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through, So in my garden few red fruits were born, The rain and thunder had so much to do. - The Enemy

As if, with beasts' eyes, angels led The way, I slip back to your bed, Quiet as a hooded light, Hushed by the shadows of the night. And then, my dark one, you shall soon Embrace the cold beams of the moon, Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss. When morning shows his livid face Your bed shall feel my empty place, As cold as death, till fall of night. Others take tenderness to wife: Dread gives away your youth and life To me, to be the bride of fright.

Comme les anges à l'oeil fauve, Je reviendrai dans ton alcôve Et vers toi glisserai sans bruit Avec les ombres de la nuit; Et je te donnerai, ma brune, Des baisers froids comme la lune Et des caresses de serpent Autour d'une fosse rampant. Quand viendra le matin livide, Tu trouveras ma place vide, Où jusqu'au soir il fera froid. Comme d'autres par la tendresse, Sur ta vie et sur ta jeunesse, Moi, je veux régner par l'effroi.

Para el niño, amante de mapas y grabados, el universo es igual a su inmenso apetito. ¡Ah, qué grande es el mundo a la luz de las lámparas!, ¡qué pequeño es el mundo a los ojos del recuerdo!

Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite, ?i groaza b?trâneÈ›ii È™i zbuciumul cumplit De-a mai citi în ochii ce cu-ochii i-am sorbit, Dezgustu-ascuns c?-atâtea iubiri au fost jertfite? Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite?

Plus belle que Vénus se dressant sur le monde et versant les trésors de sa sérénité et le rayonnement de sa jeunesse blonde.

Nuori tyttö, mörkö, hirviö, taiteen murhaaja. Nuori tyttö niin kuin hän todellisuudessa on. Pieni hölmö ja pikku paskiainen; kertakaikkisen typeryyden ja kertakaikkisen turmeltuneisuuden sekoitus. Nuoressa tytössä on kaikki sakilaisen ja koulupojan viheliäiset piirteet.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.