Quotes About Youth

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. By

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

You dont want to be the youngest. I can tell you right now. There aint no percentage in it. They

I was unhappy as a child for reasons that are no longer important.

John Grady, de pie ante la ventana del café vacío, observando las actividades de la plaza, dijo que era bueno que Dios ocultase las verdades de la vida a los jóvenes cuando empezaban pues de otro modo no tendrían ánimos para empezar.

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and 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.

If I think about what I wanted as a kid and what I want now they aint the same thing. I guess what I wanted wasnt what I wanted.

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good the 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.

They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl. They have an odd durability for something not quite real. Do you think they mean anything? She looked surprised. Oh yes, she said. Dont you? Well. I dont know. They're in your head. She smiled again. I suppose I dont consider that to be the condemnation you do.

The man looked up wearily. You aint callin me a liar are ye son? I aint ye son. How old are you? That's some more of your business. How old are you? He's fifteen. You hush your damn mouth. He turned to the man. He dont speak for me, he said. He's done spoke. I was fifteen year old when I was first shot. I aint never been shot. You aint sixteen yet neither.

The girls emerged in their carboncopy dresses and the boy came out of the woods stiffly and looking churlish and sullen and strange, like a child pervert.

I know certain days of your childhood. All but weeping with loneliness. Coming upon a certain book in the library and clutching it to you. Carrying it home. Some perfect place to read it. Under a tree perhaps. Beside a stream. Flawed youths of course. To prefer a world of paper. Rejects.

Suttree stalked off to find the boy. I just come from there, the boy said. Well get your ass up cause you're going again. They aint no need to cuss about it, the boy said. It Sunday and all.

He had been shot through the head with a .32 caliber pistol and he was twenty-one years old forever.

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.

When her aunt Helen came to visit she asked the girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said dead.

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.

Since the end of the postwar economic boom, certain strategies have been intensified to stimulate consumption, especially strategies aimed at American youth that project sexual activity as instant fulfillment and violence as the locus of machismo identity. This market activity has contributed greatly to the disorientation and confusion of American youth, and those with less education and fewer opportunities bear the brunt of this cultural chaos.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

Life is so simple when you're young, though of course that's not what it feels like to the young.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

In fairy tales, the heroes are punished when they run away from a task. The heroes, not their younger brothers...

She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?