Quotes About Youth

Grass stain?" "Annoying, probably permanent, essentially harmless. Kind of ugly.

This had always pissed him off about Romeo and Juliet, its ending platitude that at least the feud was laid to rest and the fighting families had come together as if this somehow made it worth losing their teenagers. As if Romeo and Juliet would have been willing to die just so their parents would get along.

We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...

I was at that age which feels neither strain nor friction, when the body burns magic fuels, so that it seems to glide in warm air, about a foot off the ground, smoothly obeying its intuitions. Even exhaustion, when it came, had a voluptuous quality, and sleep was caressive and deep, like oil. It was the peak of the curve of the body's total extravagance, before the accounts start coming in.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. (from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)

I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs, and nearly stepped on him. In my defense I must say it was an engrossing book, and it was very rare to come across another person in that particular part of the world in that war year of 1915.

Too young to bring about change, we brought about disturbance.

I got to know [teen music] as we absorb music in passing but can remember only its seriousness and weight.

Youth isn't always all it's touted to be.

Age is no guarantee of maturity.

The children danced on. They were alive; that is all that mattered. They lived for the moment. They danced when they could, and died when they would.

She made love with the freshness of an impatient virgin and the ingenuity of a sex-scarred whore.

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

Alcohol kills: Take LSD THE YOUNG MAKE LOVE, THE OLD MAKE OBSCENE GESTURES I'M A GROUCHO MARXIST "Revolution is the ecstasy of history" MAKE LOVE AND BEGIN AGAIN POWER TO THE IMAGINATION! "Nous sommes tous les enragés"—Ortega y Gasset TO FORBID IS FORBIDDEN Open the Windows of Your Heart MAKE LOVE NOT WAR THE SORBONNE IS THE STALINGRAD OF THE REVOLUTION!

The pennycandystore beyond the El is where i first fell in love with unreality Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom of that september afternoon A cat upon the counter moved among the licorice sticks and tootsie rolls and Oh Boy Gum Outside the leaves were falling as they died A wind had blown away the sun A girl ran in Her hair was rainy Her breasts were breathless in the little room Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon!

Today you live, child. Tomorrow, you dream.

Today's family is built like a pyramid with all the intrafamilial rivalries, tensions, jealousies, angers, hatreds, loves and needs focused on the untrained, vulnerable, insecure, young, inexperienced and incompetent parental apex ... about whose incompetence our vaunted educational system does nothing.

I looked like this when I was young, and I still do.

Radicalism usually prospers in the gap between rising expectations and declining opportunities. This is especially true where the population is young, idle, and bored; where the art is impoverished; where entertainment—movies, theater, music—is policed or absent altogether; and where young men are set apart from the consoling and socializing presence of women.

The gray, austere old earth renews her youth With dew-lines, sunshine, gossamer, and haze. How still she lies and dreams, and veils the truth, While all is fresh as in the early days!

It struck him as a bit unfair that, at the age of eight, he should have manifested the same sense of solitude that haunted him at forty-three.

Young he was not, so that one had to call him old, but the word did not suit him.