Quotes About Youth

Sabemos muy bien cómo destruir una ciudad y cómo transportar información a bajo costo, pero todavía no tenemos ideas precisas sobre cómo conciliar el bienestar colectivo, el porvenir de los jóvenes, la superpoblación del mundo y la prolongación de la vida..

He had perhaps seen fifty springs and was therefore already very old, but his tireless body moved with an agility I myself often lacked.

La juventud ya no quiere aprender nada, la ciencia está en decadencia, el mundo marcha patas arriba, los ciegos guían a otros ciegos y los despeñan en los abismos, los pájaros se arrojan antes de haber echado a volar, el asno toca la lira, los bueyes bailan, María ya no ama la vida contemplativa y Marta ya no ama la vida activa, Lea es estéril, Raquel está llena de lascivia, Catón frecuenta los lupanares, Lucrecio se convierte en mujer.

So, I was in love. Or was I rather, as often happens at that age, in love with love?

Gençler art?k hiçbir ÅŸey öÄŸrenmek istemiyorlar, bilim geriliyor, tüm dünya tepetaklak olmuÅŸ, körler körleri yönetiyor ve onlar? uçuruma sürüklüyorlar, kuÅŸlar, daha uçmay? öÄŸrenmeden yuvadan ayr?l?yor, eÅŸekler çal?yor, öküzler oynuyor.

kendimden geçip uykuya dald?m ve uzun uzun uyudum, çünkü gençlerin uykuya yaÅŸl?lardan daha çok gereksinimi vard?r; onlar bol bol uyudular; sonsuz uykular?na haz?rlan?yorlar ÅŸimdi.

In the past men were handsome and great (now they are children and dwarfs), but this is merely one of the many facts that demonstrate the disaster of an aging world.

O sea que, después de una vida de incertidumbres, entusiasmos y desilusiones, de vileza y de traición, al ver que ya nada podía hacer para evitar su ruina, decidía abrazar la fe de su juventud, sin seguir preguntándose si ésta era justa o equivocada, como si quisiera mostrarse a sí mismo que era capaz de creer en algo.

hay dos clases de poetas: los buenos, que queman sus poemas a los dieciocho años, y los malos, que siguen escribiendo poesía mientras

El secreto de mi éxito es que de joven descubrí que no era Dios».

The monkish vows keep us far from that sink of vice that is the female body, but often they bring us close to other errors. Can I finally hide from myself the fact that even today my old age is still stirred by the noonday demon when my eyes, in choir, happen to linger on the beardless face of a novice, pure and fresh as a maiden's?

Sylvia had found in the past that when she started to get close to people her own age, when she started to relax and speak her mind, they tended to drift away from her.

The little girl, all ears, giggled. "I like that," she said. "Forgiveness, not permission. I'll remember that.

Most of the boys Lanny had played with here, slightly older than himself, had died in Flanders. The sons they had left behind had died in the recent war; but the breed went on—generation after generation born, raised, educated at great expense and trouble, only to be slaughtered on some foreign field.

The young people come along, and clamor so loudly for their share, and have so little idea of the pain that awaits them. One's heart aches at the knowledge, but one cannot tell them; they have to have their own way and pay their own penalties.

I have had opportunity to observe the effects of inherited wealth, and for the average young person it is a sentence to futility and boredom. It cuts the mainspring of activity; the person no longer has to do anything, and so he doesn't, and if he tries, he fails nine times out of ten. You at this moment are providing the strongest incentive to labor that I have ever had in my life.

he had read in an encyclopedia article entitled "Obstetrics." From boyhood he had had the habit of looking up things in that dependable work; but

So the young married couples crowded in with their parents, or they fixed up a shed, if they could find some scrap lumber, or they lived in a trailer, or in one room in a lodging house, cooking on a gas burner. That wasn't very happy, and moralists were shocked by the increase in the divorce rate.

In that country, rich or poor, a man was free... So America was a place of which lovers and young people dreamed.

The risk her stories posed to others—and to herself—was more subtle. When she was younger, she had used secrets as if they were currency, but she'd found out how secrets could use her instead by becoming stronger than she. It happened whenever she couldn't stay away from a secret—drawn to it the way Georg Weiler was drawn to the bottle—though she sensed it would be better for her not to know.

A small woman came with a child on her hip. She was pregnant again. And then I saw that she was herself hardly more than a child, twelve or thirteen, but excited at the idea of already being adult enough to experience important needs. Everyone was acting (though the man with the djinn, after his flash of vanity, seemed a little too far away); everyone knew his role. But was it acting when the whole world, or the world you knew, was in the play?

Unless we can get them thinking, and give them real ideas instead of just politics and principles, these young men will keep our world in turmoil for the next half century.

I just think sometimes, they were kids once. They ran about the park kicking a football. They had things they wanted to be. Nobody dreams about being that guy there. Nobody sets out to be like him. And we keep coming up against folk that have got themselves completely fucked up.

Un giorno che Å trum le aveva detto qualcosa a proposito dell'eterna giovinezza d'animo di Aleksandra Vladimirovna, Ljudmila era sbottata: «È vecchia ed egoista, altro che giovane». «Non è egoismo, il suo. La nonna è una populista» aveva detto Nadja, aggiungendo: «E i populisti sono brava gente, ma con poco cervello».