Quotes About Youth

young—never settle for less than the spiritual and moral grandeur of which you're capable, with the help of God's grace.

Though I am young, I scorn to flitOn the wings of borrowed wit.

I began even as a boy to realize how wide the world can be for a man of free intelligence.

The cradle is shallower than the grave.

Je n'ai jamais été jeune, parce que personne n'a voulu l'être avec moi.

Notre vie est déjà pleine de morts, et pour chacun le plus mort des morts est le petit garçon qu'il fut. Et pourtant l'heure venue, c'est lui qui reprendra sa place à la tête de ma vie, rassemblera mes pauvres années jusqu'à la dernière, et comme un jeune chef ses vétérans, ralliant la troupe en désordre entrera le premier dans la maison du Père.

Il faut beaucoup de prodigues pour faire un peuple généreux, beaucoup d'indisciplinés pour faire un peuple libre, et beaucoup de jeunes fous pour faire un peuple héroïque

I feel an almost overwhelming interest in the methods of daylight abduction employed by the modern youth.

Sir Richard sighed. "Rid yourself of the notion that I cherish any villainous designs upon your person," he said. "I imagine I might well be your father. How old are you?" "I am turned seventeen." "Well, I am nearly thirty," said Sir Richard. Miss Creed worked this out. "You couldn't possibly be my father!" "I am far too drunk to solve arithmetical problems. Let it suffice that I have not the slightest intention of making love to you.

The tendency toward empathy is strongest between the ages of seven and twelve.

Childhood and youth are full of verbs. You can't sit still. Everything in you is growing, gushing forth, developing. Later the verbs are gradually replaced by the nouns of middle age. Kids, cars, work, family—the substantial things of the substantives. Growing old is an adjective. We enter into the adjectives of old age—slow, boundless, hazy, cold, or transparent like glass.

Lotte, I asked without beating around the bush, what decade would you choose—the sixties, the seventies, or the eighties? She fell silent for a moment and gave the best answer that can be given to such a question: I'd like to be twelve years old in each of them. That would be my answer, too.

Soon after that we would go our separate ways, grow cold, forget one another, the rebels would grow tame as teaching assistants in the universities, the sworn bachelors and party animals would be pushing baby carriages and zoning out in front of their TV, the hippies would get regular haircuts at the local barbershop.

When I was about 12 and first started wearing lipstick, my dad would ask, 'Are you wearing makeup?' I would say back, 'You're wearing more makeup there than I am!'

Estos unicornios son todos iguales —comentó Loro con tristeza—­, más vanidosos que un pavo. Dales un espejo, o simplemente cualquier cosa en la que puedan verse reflejados, y se quedan como hipnotizados. —Pero éste no es más que un niño —dijó Penélope—, y hay que reconocer que es realmente guapo.

Secondo me, bisogna trovargli un nuovo istitutore», disse Larry. «Ti allontani da casa cinque minuti, e quando torni, lo trovi che sta sbudellando Moby Dick nel portico.»

Olvidándome de mi inminente peligro de ser educado, salí con Roger a cazar luciérnagas por entre las abundantes zarzas

Otra cosa que no se nota cuando se es joven es que las flores tienen personalidad. Son distintas unas de otras, como las personas.

I believe that all children should be surrounded by books and animals.

What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?

All of us who served in one war or another know very well that all wars are the glory and the agony of the young.

Lynet scowled. "I'm just so tired of young knights wearing their father's armor and dreaming romantic dreams riding up to their death.

It is a great thing to be young and to live without pain. And yet it is a blessing few of us count until we lose it.

Harvard Square could feel like a party on a warm night, full of energy and privilege and promise. Or it could seem like one of the bleakest places on earth--an icy, windswept rat maze where kids wasted their youth clawing over one another in a fatuous contest for credentials.