Quotes About Youth

I had become conscious of my physicality, aware of my presence and open to the ugly truths of the world. At the age of thirteen, I realised that there was a danger in innocence and beauty, and I could not live with both.

When I was 14 – 15 there was nothing to do in my life but dancing and sex. I'd go to nightclubs and dance then I'd meet someone and have sex. It was fine and easy. Nothing to do but think with my body. Like a bird I thought I was free.

The beauty of this girl standing behind him was not just physical, though. It seemed to O that she was lit from within by something most kids either did not have or hid deep inside: soul. He thought no one could ever hate her, and that was rare in this world. She was there to make things better.

She was beautiful?not a word anyone usually used to describe an eleven-year-old girl. Cute was more common, or pretty. Beautiful dug deeper than a girl that age could normally stand up to. But Dee was beautiful.

Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but foolish; for poise, so much admired as a social grace, could not be accompanied by restlessness. Pauses were acknowledged gracefully and did not cause lack of ease or embarrassment.

Good to see a youngster who appreciates the importance of being......Well Armed. But...That's not how we play TAG......Where I come from. ~Train Heartnet

The childhood years are the best years of your life… Whoever coined that was an unmitigated fuckwit, a bullshit artist supreme. Life gets better the older you grow, until you grow too old of course.

It's just I'd rather sleep through the days so I'll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.

One only has a few fragrant nights of spring. Store your memories for when you are old. You will enjoy them again under such a moon as this.

The young will no longer be advised by the old," she said to the hall porter. "That is because we advised them to die," said the hall porter.

And is it any wonder that the poor woman broke out into fairies when she had been deprived of any fiction in her youth?

Ruth did not approve of young men. So noisy.

She attributed this to having got drunk for the first time at the age of fifteen at a dormy feast on cheap sweet sherry; the memory of that hangover would have caused a girl with less courage to swear off alcohol for life.

Ice cream was reliable. Young men were not.

A young man in one's hotel bedroom is capable of being explained, but a corpse is always a hindrance.

My own view is that everyone works too hard and too long and they ought to get out more. There isn't time in their improverished lives to do anything creative, or even to just sit and stare, one of my favourite occupations. And how the wired-in young—never without their music, never out of touch because of mobile phones, constantly sharing everything, even pictures—are going to cope if they ever encounter solitude and silence is another thing.

their feet. And that vote may help them march away from the synagogue if the synagogue doesn't find effective ways to engage them.

Jedes Mädchen würde ihn toll finden", sagte ich. "Zumindest vom Aussehen her. Aber er bringt mich die ganze Zeit auf die Palme und er kommandiert mich herum und er ist einfach... er ist einfach unwahrscheinlich..." "... toll?" Leslie lächelte mich liebevoll an.

Life is a great adventure, darling, and problems are nothing more than opportunities to show what you can do. Show them, darling. You are young and beautiful and full of imagination.

Kissing, said Lesley, ought really to be taught as a school subject, preferably instead of religious studies, which nobody needed.

Je to trochu divný, ale zrovna te? uvažuju, že se za?ínám docela t?šit na nudné elapsovací ve?ery do roku 1953," ?ekl Gideon. ,,Jen ty a já a sest?enka pohovka...

I don't want young people to think they can't make a difference because they don't have money.

I know that I can sing. That's the reason I started playing music when I was twelve years old.

Sometimes I remember the way I used to be," she said as we sat across the table from each other, "and I'm surprised nobody ever smacked me." I took a long sip of my coffee so that I would not have to answer her. I wanted to tell her that she ought to be more generous to the girl she used to be, if not out of respect for herself, then out of respect for me, or more specifically for the boy I used to be, who loved that girl, after all.