Quotes About Youth

You don't know yet what money is. Money is power, when you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say? Put money in thy purse.

their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.

He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l'aer perso, in mauve, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fè più ardenti. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future. A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man.

He was angry with himself for being young and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision. He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavour in secret.

Weep no more, Comyn said. —Go on then, Talbot. —And the story, sir? —After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot. A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text: —Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor...

en reuniones como ésta vienen a nuestra mente pensamientos tristes: el recuerdo del pasado, de la juventud, de los cambios, de rostros desaparecidos a los que echamos en falta esta noche. Nuestro viaje por la vida está jalonado de esos tristes recursos y, si tuviésemos que estar pensando en ellos todo momento, no encontraríamos el valor de acabar nuestra obra entre los vivos

And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush!

We're as old as we feel

To be a shoefitter in Mansfield's was my love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly small, of Clyde Road ladies.

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.

Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue.

Tell me, for example, would you deflower a virgin?—Excuse me, Stephen said politely, is that not the ambition of most young gentlemen?

affection, increases care. He is a new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's envy, his friend his father's enemy. In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it. --What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut. Am I a father? If I were? Shrunken uncertain hand.

I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility

He was angry with himself for being young and the prey of restless foolish impulses, angry also with the change of fortune which was reshaping the world about him into a vision of squalor and insincerity. Yet his anger lent nothing to the vision.

You don't know yet what money is. Money is power, when you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say? Put but money in thy purse.

Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam.

Tineretea are un sfârsit: sfârÈ™itul e aici. Nu va mai fi niciodat?. O È™tii prea bine. ?i atunci? Scrie-o, blestematule, scrie-o! La ce altceva eÈ™ti bun?

Beware of what you wish for in youth because you will get it in middle life.

The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals are The trysting and the twining star. Ah star of evil! star of pain! Highhearted youth comes not again Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know The signs that mock me as I go.

If man had the wisdom of age in youth and the vitality of youth in age, then he would be an eternally wise young man. (Feb 2003)

young people...who were casually profane, as though the validation of their own power could be achieved only by their assault on the sensibilities of others.

At least those were the perceptions of an aging man whose retrospective vision was probably no more accurate today than it was when he was young.