Quotes About Youth

Benjamin Franklin'i bilenler zihninin daima genç, karakterinin de daima dingin olduÄŸunu hat?rlayacakt?r; asla yaÅŸlanmayan bilim, daima onun sevgilisi olmuÅŸtur. Hiçbir zaman amaçs?z kalmam??t?r; amaçs?z kal?rsak, hastanede ölümü bekleyen bir sakattan fark?m?z kalmaz.

klappt ihr Notizbuch zu und schaut aus dem runden Flugzeugfenster. Unter ihnen glitzert das weiche Abendlicht der untergehenden Sonne auf dem Atlantik. In wenigen Minuten werden sie in New York landen. Das hat der Pilot vorhin durchgesagt. Sprotte schnallt sich an und weckt den Siebzehnjährigen neben ihr. »Aufwachen, Fred, wir sind gleich da.«

Happiness is... usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults.

Adulthood is the ever-shrinking period between childhood and old age. It is the apparent aim of modern industrial societies to reduce this period to a minimum.

For the first fourteen years for a rod they do whine, For the next as a pearl in the world they do shine, For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve, For the next matrons or drudges they serve, For the next doth crave a staff for a stay, For the next a bier to fetch them away.

My dear, dear girl [. . .] we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.

He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living.

They had been brought up to think that the domestic virtues were self-evident and universal; they had been starved of the knowledge that most attracts the young mind: that the crown of life is the exercise of choice

As Plato, the dangerous beguiler, said: the best philosophers in the world are boys with their beards new on their chins; I am a boy again.

It is well to be attentive to successive ambitions that flood the growing boy's and girl's imagination. They leave profound traces behind them. During those years when the first sap is rising the future tree is foreshadowing its contour. We are shaped by the promises of imagination.

In the early summer of 1902 John Barrington

I want you to try and remember what it was like to have been very young. And particularly the days when you were first in love; when you were like a person sleepwalking, and you didn't quite see the street you were in, and didn't quite hear everything that was said to you. You're just a little bit crazy. Will you remember that, please?

Children and flowers," she said. "How can anyone doubt God exists as long as there's children and flowers?

Beauty lasts five minutes. Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.

Girls are given the weight of the world, but nowhere to put it down.

Teen girls rearrange the fucking world.

In second grade, she'd snuck up on a napping Eva and colored her entire forearm with a highlighter. Because she was "important.

Over the years, during lazy daydreams, she'd sometimes allowed herself to fantasize about running into him. But in her thoughts, they'd still been kids. She couldn't imagine them relating to each other as adults. Whatever Shane sparked in her, she'd thought she'd outgrown. But they weren't who they used to be. They were better.

Grown women knew better than to attach themselves to time bombs. Teenage girls couldn't wait to be ruined.

Gyuri had dropped church much in the same way he had stopped believing in Santa Claus; there came a point where it was impossible to take it seriously.

we grew apart. The thing is, we loved each other, and on some level we always will, but when you're twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supercede any problems. Realizing that no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces." - Loring Blackman

I'm almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

I was just sick, beaten, in a city of millions, of suffering by myself. I was twenty-seven going on sixty-five. I should have received Social Security for my misery.

I asked John if it was a crime to want to live in a world where girls with falcon eyes and pretty underwear believe in the saving grace of rock 'n' roll and he said, "Just check your chute before you jump, that's all I'm saying." Gotta get some sleep. Over.