Quotes About Youth

she'd always believed that she didn't belong. It was, she realized, an ugly bit of baggage that she'd carried here from her youth, and she'd been so damned busy hanging on to it that she'd failed to notice that the bags were empty.

In the naïveté of youth, her parents had seemed like towering presences, omnipotent and all-knowing. But they weren't that; they were just two broken people.

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.

Mama and dad had run off together; theirs was a beautiful, romantic story of love against all odds. Mama had quit high school and "lived on love." That was how she always put it, the fairy tale. Now Leni was old enough to know that like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Mama wanted to induct Leni into some terrible, silent club to which Leni didn't want to belong. She didn't want to pretend what had happened was normal, but what was she—a kid—supposed to do about it?

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

I know you have stuff you need to say, but we're kids so you stay quiet. I thought maybe writing it down would make you feel better.

Vianne hated what she saw in her daughter's eyes right now. There was nothing young in her gaze—no innocence, no naïveté, no hope. Not even grief. Just anger.

Ser jovem não nem nada a ver com amor. Uma mulher pode ser uma menina e ainda assim conhecer o próprio coração.

Not monsters; just boys, really.

Childhood's En

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.

They looked young and clean shaven and eager in brand-new helmets; with medals glinting on their gray-green uniforms. Young most of all. Not monsters; just boys, really.

The old are just old.

KH: My new novel, Night Road

I look like any other girl my age, but I am different from most. A survivor. There is no way to forget what we went through in the Great Depression or to unlearn the lessons of hardship. Even though I am only eighteen, I remember my childhood as a time of loss.

Iubire. Familie. Veselie. Asta imi amintesc eu in esenta. Mare parte din viata am crezut ca nu am realizat indeajuns de mult. Presupun ca pot fi iertata pentru nesabuinta . Eram si eu tanara. Vreau ca urmasii mei sa stie cat de mandra sunt de ei si cat de mandra sunt de mine.

Just a boy with black hair and a sharp face who tells lies. He's nothing.

Poate ca asta e o problema fireasca atunci cand esti cu un tip mai in varsta. El este pregatit de aterizare cand tu abia decolezi.

Today's young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it.

Husbands were to be avoided in the pre-thirty years. There was always time for marriage and children; was the common refrain. You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular, powerful you? No one ever talked about that.

Four months, she thought dully. Only four more months and she would graduate from high school and be able to leave home. Home. Whatever that meant.

Rachel, as tall as the boys, with eyebrows that grew faster than a lie and a voice like a foghorn.