Quotes About Youth

I was in the ROTC. Of course, ROTC stood for "Running off to Canada".

When a man of forty falls in love with a girl of twenty, it isn't her youth he is seeking but his own.

Second, things would have improved between us on account of boys have more respect for one another after a good pounding. But Flea is not a boy. She is a girl. And girls are weird even if they wear a cool eye patch, drag a cool peg leg and know how to throw a mean uppercut. I was thinking about all this when . . .

At the customary age of thirteen Blake was apprenticed to an engraver named James Basire in Great Queen Street near Covent Garden, less than a mile from home. The apprenticeship lasted for the usual seven years, during which he lived in Basire's house, usually with one or more other boys. The youths put in thirteen-hour days for a work week of seventy-eight hours, with only Sunday off, and that was usual too.

A young khokhem told his grandmother that he was going to become a doctor of philosophy. The bubbe smiled proudly: "Wonderful. But what kind of disease is 'philosophy'?

Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women.

To tell the truth is very difficult, and young people are rarely capable of it.

Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant!

These loaves, pigeons, and two little boys seemed unearthly. It all happened at the same time: a little boy ran over to a pigeon, glancing over at Levin with a smile; the pigeon flapped its wings and fluttered, gleaming in the sunshine among the snowdust quivering in the air, while the smell of freshly baked bread was wafted out of a little window as the loaves were put out. All this together was so extraordinarily wonderful that Levin burst out laughing and crying for joy.

How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grownup, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child I often longed to be like one.

His law firm's shining brass ERICSSON, WEYMOUTH AND ROTH sign greeted him outside the elevator on the sixty-first floor. At twenty-nine, he'd been the youngest to ever make partner. There was a time he'd wanted, and probably could have gotten, the name Mooney added to that sign.

Kit in the bough of the tree.

Life experience?" I repeated tightly. "Big picture? I've had more life experience in fourteen years than you've had in — what are you, like, a hundred?

Me and my merry band of mutant bird kids.

Earl Bartholomew is a teenager . Believe me, you just can't trust teenagers. Besides, I added, I think Earl's a little strange. He's taken too many ramps without a helmet.

When the store emptied, Frank gasped. "Goodness! You kids have to stop eating! If you're not careful, you're going to turn into grown-ups. We don't want that, do we?

In real life, sexually-speaking, women are slow cookers and men are microwaves. But in pornography, all a man does is touch a woman and she's howling in delight. Today, pornography is so widely used by young men, they learn these falsehoods. There's good evidence that the more porn men watch, the less satisfied they are with their partner's looks and sexual performance.

A man lives till he dies, and there is no age in between.

In my junior year I discovered books. . . . Devoured [them] the way other kids did candy or sandwiches, spent days hunched over . . . my spine an oversized question mark.

The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four–the years turn dry as leaves.

He lived in it helplessly as we live in our bodies when we are older.

Anne-Marie Costallat, born October 8, 1944. I was beginning high school and masturbating twice a day, curling over it like a dead leaf, when she was born, in a bed of violets, as she says—all French mothers tell their children that.

He had never been particularly young, or to put it another way, he had been young for a long time and now was at his true age, old enough for civilized comfrots and not too old for the primal ones.

The children playing by the fountains will become old men, but nothing of this will have changed