Quotes About Youth

...children love to skip. The freedom and joy of getting off the floor as one does in a skip adds a great deal to the pleasure...

I honor health as the first muse, and sleep as the condition of health. Sleep benefits mainly by the sound health it produces; incidentally also by dreams, into whose farrago a divine lesson is sometimes slipped. Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man... sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.

Every smile makes you a day younger.

I never smoked a cigarette until I was nine.

If most men and women were forced to rely upon physical charm to attract lovers, their sexual lives would be not only meager but in a youth-worshiping country like America painfully brief.

Until the rise of American advertising, it never occurred to anyone anywhere in the world that the teenager was a captive in a hostile world of adults.

There is hardly an American male of my generation who has not at one time or another tried to master the victory cry of the great ape as it issued from the androgynous chest of Johnny Weissmuller, to the accompaniment of thousands of arms and legs snapping during attempts to swing from tree to tree in the backyards of the Republic.

Ouderdom). Tussen klok en bed.

The aging chose the years of their youth, yet the young, who were not even born then, would have to live in those years. There was a certain injustice in that - choosing the time the next generation would live in. As happens in all elections, actually.

My youth is like a scab: under it there is a wound that every day leaks blood. It disfigures me.

Jugend hat keine Tugend

I loved all the boys with soft sad eyes, and lost souls.

Cheers to the that, I love college

The court had handed her over to his charge. What a mistake! He should have had her when she was young if he was ever to hope to do anything with her. But he must do something. He reached out suddenly and took possession of the cigarette and case before the surprised girl had time to protest.

According to Educator's Newsletter, eighty percent of us have high self-esteem in first grade; by twelfth grade only five percent of us still feel good about ourselves. As the Luno newsletter comments, those statistics raise "the possibility that school is the biggest mental health problem we've ever known.

It was as if each of them sensed vaguely that the Saturday afternoons of youth are few, and precious, and this feeling which neither of them could have defined or described made every moment of this time together too short, too quickly gone, yet clearer and more sharply edged than any other.

and often Lisa thought bitterly of the ideas she had held on "college life" before coming to Denton, ideas and images culled from a hundred magazine stories and as many movies. Where were the convertibles, the secret bottles of liquor, the gay young men and their wild girl friends?

Still, it is like a long hopeless homesickness my missing those young days. To me, they're like my own place that I have gone away from forever, and I have lived all the time since among great pleasures but in a foreign town. Well, O.K. Farewell, certain years.

Oh no," she says. Soft because I am the older one, but very strong. (I've noticed it. All of a sudden they look at you, and then it comes to them, young people, they are bound to outlast you, so they temper up their icy steel and stare into about an inch away from you a lot. Have you noticed it?) At

Rosie, ah Rosie," dedi bana bir gün. "Gül yüzündeki saatten anlad???m kadar?yla, otuzuna gelmiÅŸ olmal?s?n." (s. 17)

The younger people with the ache of youth were eating all the cheese.

Near home I ran through our park, where I had aired my children on weekends and late-summer afternoons. I stopped at the northeast playground, where I met a dozen young mothers intelligently handling their little ones. In order to prepare them, meaning no harm, I said, In fifteen years, you girls will be like me, wrong in everything

I regret to report I let my barely legal self down.

Quando fosse homem, caminharia assim, pesado, cambaio, importante, as rosetas das esporas tilintando. Saltaria no lombo de um cavalo brabo e voaria na catinga como pé de vento, levantando poeira. Ao regressar, apear-se-ia num pulo e andaria no pátio assim torto, de perneiras, gibão, guarda-peito e chapéu de couro com barbicacho. O menino mais velho e Baleia ficariam admirados.