Quotes About Youth

Her face held the wonderful enthusiasm of youth as yet unblemished by life. That age was a nice time in anyone's life. And it was necessary. To get through what was coming in later years. If we all started out cynical, what a shitty world that would be.

He had walked away, head down, feet shuffling, looking very much like a young man who had lost everything of value in his life.

Based on my own experience, boys will mess with your heart and girls with your head.

Reimagine themselves. When I was a little girl, I would go to the one little store in town and leaf through the fashion and movie magazines and dream about…something better.

What about the kids?" He pointed to them.

Trying to recapture his youth. He should have known that nature bowed to no one, regardless of their monetary worth.

Some things never change," said Abby wearily. "Boys never grow up, they just get bigger with more hair and people start calling them men.

It takes a society to raise a generation.

Sooner or later, the realization arrives: the child discovers the immaturity of the parent, and the parent the maturity of his child.

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine don't think you knew you were in this song. - Five Years

27 YOUNG WOMEN OFFER YOU A SPECIAL ENERGY In general, youth in a woman bespeaks radiant, unobstructed, and refreshing feminine energy. A young woman tends to be less compromised by masculine layers of functional protection built up over years of need. Traditionally, young women were understood to offer a man a particularly rejuvenative quality of energy. Older women may maintain, or even increase, the freshness and radiance of their energy, but it is rare.

I'm hungry, Garion, and I don't think well when I'm hungry. That might explain a lot, Beldin noted blandly. We should have fed you more often when you were younger. You can be terribly offensive sometimes, do you know that? Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do.

We are all children, Kheldar. --Cyradis

Because they were both young, she was intolerant and he was stubborn.

On the outside, I appeared in grand shape that season. I was young and in love with a fabulous girl, hanging out at a beautiful, hip spot with true friends. But inside things were fraying and beginning to fragment. A seed of unrest lay behind my smile.

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that's odd, isn't it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

Like so many other nerdy, disaffected young people of that time, I dreamed of becoming an 'artist', i.e., somebody whose adult job was original and creative instead of tedious and dronelike.

Can you choose something when you are forcefully and enthusiastically immersed in it at an age when the resources and information necessary for choosing are not yet yours?

This is why they started us here so young: to give ourselves away before the age when the questions 'why' and 'to what' grow real beaks and claws.

Today's sub-40s have different horrors, prominent among which are anomie and solipsism and a peculiarly American loneliness: the prospect of dying without once having loved something more than yourself.

I think I was very often bored as a child, but boredom is not what I knew it as—what I knew was that I worried a lot

Every whole person has ambitions, objectives, initiatives, goals. This one particular boy's goal was to be able to press his lips to every square inch of his own body. His arms to the shoulders and most of the legs beneath the knee were child's play. After these areas of his body, however, the difficulty increased with the abruptness of a coastal shelf. The boy came to understand that unimaginable challenges lay ahead of him. He was six.

naïveté is the last true terrible sin in the theology of millennial America.

and David Wallace blinks in the midst of idly scanning class photos from his 1980 Aurora West H.S. yearbook and seeing my photo and trying, through the tiny little keyhole of himself, to imagine what all must have happened to lead up to my death in the fiery single-car accident he'd read about in 1991...