Quotes About Youth

Youth is the only thing worth having.

Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys.

The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.

It was as if by taking a photo he could, at any moment, rein habit an older life - one where a body didn't droop, or hair didn't fall out, or a future didn't have to exist

The years tumbled on. They had kids: one two three four. Beauties. Whippersnappers. A little wild, all of them.

She was tall, exotic, so very young she seemed to flutter.

A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do we know that his future will not be equal to our present?

A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do we know that his future will not be equal to our present? If he reach the age of forty or fifty, and has not made himself heard of, then indeed he will not be worth being regarded with respect.

To give comfort to the old, to have the trust of my friends, and to have the young seeking to be near me

An intelligent lady, a little too mature for recklessness, a little too young for caution.

At best she's a scrawny, hollow-eyed croneling." "Croneling?" John tilted his head in perplexity. "Croneling. Noun. One who has yet to achieve cronehood. The adolescent phase of the British crone," Avery lectured.

I remember an aunt saying sagely, The good die young. Not exactly a motivation to behave yourself.

And Lady Jane Grey was seventeen when she was beheaded," Mr. Dunworthy said

He was almost too tired to do that, though he knew he would regret it if he went to bed in his clothes. That was the province of the young and nonarthritic. Colin would wake refreshed in spite of digging buttons and constricting sleeves. Kivrin could wrap up in her too-thin white cloak and rest her head on a tree stump none the worse for wear, but if he so much as omitted a pillow or left his shirt on, he would wake stiff and cramped.

At sixteen Helen was already famous, and at seventeen already forgotten, and very much alone.

Dope. They sell that shit to schoolkids. It's worse than that. How's that? Schoolkids buy it.

The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.

he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all

He turned and looked at the boy. Standing with his suitcase like an orphan waiting for a bus.

When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be, Billy said. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I think you just wind up tryin to minimize the pain. Anyway this country aint the same. Nor anything in it. The war changed everthing. I dont think people even know it yet.

By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had become a freethinker.

A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.

He looked up. His pale hair looked white. He looked fourteen going on some age that never was. He looked as if he'd been sitting there and God had made the trees and rocks around him. He looked like his own reincarnation and then his own again. Above all else he looked to be filled with a terrible sadness. As if he harbored news of some horrendous loss that no one else had heard of yet. Some vast tragedy not of fact or incident or event but of the way the world was.

This was the perfect day of his childhood. This the day to shape the days upon.