Quotes About Youth

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? But where are the snows of years gone by?

Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves.

Eponine e Azelma não davam pela sua presença. Era para elas como um cachorro. As três meninas juntas não somavam 24 anos de idade e já representavam toda a sociedade humana; de um lado a inveja, do outro o desprezo.

What is admirable in the clash of young minds is that no one can foresee the spark that sets off an explosion or predict what kind of explosion it will be.

There are young men of whom it can be said that their countenances chatter. One looks at them and one knows them.

Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, Et que nous n'avions au coeur d'autre envie Que d'être bien mis et d'être amoureux! Lorsqu'en ajoutant votre âge à mon âge, Nous ne comptions pas à deux quarante ans, Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, Tout, même l'hiver, nous était printemps!

These young men were insignificant; everyone has seen such faces; four specimens of the human race taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither wise nor ignorant, neither geniuses nor fools; handsome, with that charming April which is called 20 years.

A child's misery is of concern to a mother, a young man's misery is of concern to a young woman, an old man's misery is of concern to nobody.

As Claude Frollo had passed through nearly the entire circle of human learning—positive, exterior, and permissible—since his youth, he was obliged, unless he came to a halt, ubi defuit orbis, to proceed further and seek other aliments for the insatiable activity of his intelligence. The antique symbol of the serpent biting its tail is, above all, applicable to science.

This ideal was realized in the living person of Sister Simplice: she had never been young, and it seemed as though she would never grow old.

La sofferenza sociale incomincia a qualunque età.

Citizens! This is the example which the old give to the young. We hesitated, he came! we fell back, he advanced! Behold what those who tremble with old age teach those who tremble with fear!

Toat? f?ptura Cosettei era naivitate, nevinov??ie, transparen??, alb, candoare, str?lucire. S-ar fi putut spune despre Cosette c? e un cer limpede. R?spândea o prospeÈ›ime de aprilie È™i zori de zi. În ochii ei era rou?. Cosette era o întrupare a luminii aurorei în chip de femeie.

In six months the little girl had become a young woman; that was all. Nothing is more common than this phenomenon. There is a moment when girls bloom in a twinkling, and become roses all at once. Yesterday we left them children, today we find them disturbing. She had not only grown; she had become idealized. As three April days are enough for certain trees to put on a covering of flowers, six months had been enough for her to put on a mantle of beauty. Her April had come.

The cause of all this youth's crimes was the desire to be well-dressed.

Sophie was too old for lies and too young for the truth.

Leni knew it was crazy, but it seemed to her as if they were having a conversation without saying anything, talking about books and durable friendships and overcoming insurmountable odds. Maybe they weren't talking about Sam and Frodo at all, maybe they were talking about themselves and how they had somehow grown up and stayed kids at the same time.

In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are. Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.

She pouted prettily, and he wondered if that was one of the things they taught wealthy young girls at schools like Miss Porter's. If not, it had been passed down from one generation to another as carefully as the secret of fire.

More and more often they talked about the old days, back when they'd been too young to know that they were young, when the whole world had seemed open to them and dreams were as easy to pick as daisies.

They were kids, she and Matthew; no one asked their opinion or told them anything. They just had to muddle along and live in the world presented to them, confused a lot of the time because nothing made sense, but certain of their subterranean place on the food chain.

of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are. Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve

Lulu twirled in front of Jolene, banging into the seat. her eyes sparkled in that I'm-either-going-to-scream-or-fall-asleep-any-second kind of way.

Isabelle had traded kisses with boys as if they were pennies to be left on park benches and lost in chair cushions—meaningless.