Quotes About Youth

Kids are doing meth in every town in the country, Cat. Dang. Get your head out of your butt.

SnowAngel: Madikins, I have been thinking. mad maddie: cool! mad maddie: I haz been eating the marshmallow moons out of my box of Lucky Charms. yolo!!!! SnowAngel: AHEM

Wind in our hair, sun on our skin, school done for the day and stored safely on a shelf til tomorrow…damn, this being alive thing felt frickin awesome.

I've been thinking back to when I was younger, before I had a clue about benzos or purple drank or even weed. I was so innocent. I wish I could go back and be that dumbshit kid again, naïve and full of hope.

When I got the dogs they were puppies, and so were

Nate tried not to stare at Paul, but he kept thinking of the devilish teenager who'd clowned around on Papa's ships. He'd sneak vinegar into the men's canteens. He'd taught the ship's parrot to cuss in French. Nobody drove Papa and his men crazier — or made them laugh harder.

Mom and Dad were great, but being asked where I was going every time I left the house - or where I'd been every time I returned - got old quickly.

It was lovely to see cynicism in one so young. It positively restored his faith in human nature.

Mr. Alsworthy!" exclaimed Letty's mother. "How can you laugh at such a matter! Although, I must say, I would have thought if a pirate were to kidnap anyone, he would kidnap Mary. She looks quite as I did in my youth, and I'm sure a pirate would have wanted to kidnap me." "Don't taunt me with lost opportunities, my dear.

Even young relatives of Magellan found themselves the object of derision and were stoned.

I was just then going through a healthy reaction from the orthodoxy of my youth religion had become for me not so much a possession as an obsession, which I was trying to throw off, and this iconoclastic tale of an imaginary tribe was the result.

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

Two white teenagers, one of them an Eagle Scout, had been looking forward to being part of the motorcade. Upset at the cancellation, they drove into black neighborhoods on a motorcycle carrying a Confederate flag. When they came upon two black boys on bicycles, one of the white youths fired his pistol at thirteen-year-old Virgil Ware and killed him.

When you're a young man, Macbeth is a character part. When you're older, it's a straight part.

Life begins as a quest of the child for the man and ends as a journey by the man to rediscover the child.

A shame really, because putting the right book in the right kid's hands is kind of like giving that kid superpowers.

Everyone got older but forgot to grow up.

How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder--and life's dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.

I decided that, if I were to write a teen series, I'd want to set it in a place that was familiar to me - Manhattan, where I'd grown up - and I'd model the characters on myself and my friends.

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.

There's a boy who they call Pony! He's always acting gross and horny! He thinks he's got a lot down there, but he sure wears tiny underwear!

Life is a matter of exchanges. Youth for age, ignorance for knowledge. Endless exchanges.

You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin. It was a place you could take refuge, if you knew how to get in. And each time you left it, each time your child passed out of your sight, you feared you might never be able to return to that place again.