Quotes About Youth

Youth. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.

This is another paradox of our era: as native-born people find themselves surrounded by foreign-born people, they become less likely to explore our own country or the world. They become homebodies. The proportion of young adults living at home nearly doubled between 1980 and 2008, before the Great Recession hit, and the trend continues to creep upward.

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Growing into an environment in which everyone else seems bigger and more powerful, every child seeks to gain what they need by the easiest route.

The mark of a good officer, Wegener repeatedly told his youngsters, was willingness to admit he had something yet to learn.

and the real problem was that not all that many people truly wanted to die before turning thirty. And those who did used bombs.

They've never held a job, power, or a girl's hand - The appeal for men to join ISIS, November, 2015.

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We have a job. A job! Our reward after years of education! We worked hard in our youth in order to work hard again in our adulthood. A job! The summit of our lives!

Better to have lots of time than lots of money in those early years. There will be time later for earning.

Suddenly, she was not pretty at all; she looked like a thousand-year-old teenager who wanted something she knew she couldn't have.

She told her therapist it reminded her of coming home the summer after her freshman year at Rutgers, stepping back into the warm bath of family and friends, loving it for a week or two, and then feeling trapped, dying to return to school, missing her roommates and her cute new boyfriend, the classes and the parties and the giggly talks before bed, understanding for the first time that that was her real life now, that this , despite everything she'd ever loved about it, was finished for good.

I could spend the whole afternoon telling you about him, but it's not gonna do much good, is it? You never smelled his hair after he just got out of the bath, or carried him from the car after he'd fallen asleep on the way home, or heard the way he laughed when someone tickled him. So you'll just have to take my word for it: He was a great kid and he made you glad to be alive.

She knew exactly what was weighing him down: that helpless feeling that you were wasting your precious youth and it was your own damn fault.

I got PTSD from high school.

Just a dead kid in the park, one more sign that the world had lost its mind.

Wherever he was, he was onto something else, growing up without her, leaving her more alone than she already was.

As a child, I was an imaginary playmate.

When humans were young, they were pushed around in strollers. When they were old, they were pushed around in wheelchairs. In between, they were just pushed around.

Growing up is a trap, snapped Dr. Robbins. When they tell you to shut up, they mean stop talking. When they tell you to grow up, they mean stop growing. Reach a nice level plateau and settle there, predictable and unchanging, no longer a threat.

When they tell you to grow up, they mean stop growing.

Only the young and the beautiful should be allowed to fuck.

When I was younger, before this layoff which has nearly finished me, I hitchhiked one hundred and twenty-seven hours without stopping, without food or sleep, crossed the continent twice in six days, cooled my thumbs in both oceans and caught rides after midnight on unlighted highways, such was my skill, persuasion, rhythm. I set records and immediately cracked them; went farther, faster than any hitchhiker before or since.

Romantic love is ambulatory by nature, and it must be anchored in strata more stable than lust if it's to last. Marital disintegration is accelerated when only one, or neither, party is grounded and growing, or growing at different rates or in different directions. As I became increasingly interested in cultural matters, matters of the mind and spirit, my teenage bride waxed more and more materialistic.