Quotes About Youth

Perhaps all early love affairs ought to be strangled or drowned, like so many blind kittens.

Every man, however brief or inglorious may have been his academical career, must remember with kindness and tenderness the old university comrades and days. The young man's life is just beginning: the boy's leading-strings are cut, and he has all the novel delights and dignities of freedom. He has no idea of cares yet, or of bad health, or of roguery, or poverty, or to-morrow's disappointment.

the dark walks, so favourable to the interviews of young lovers

But she had never been a girl, she said; she had been a woman since she was eight years old. O why did Miss Pinkerton let such a dangerous bird into her cage?

And now we turn to another blank page. A future standing before us like freshly fallen snow. Awaiting that first mark, that first step forward. A new journey to be started. A new promise to be fulfilled. A new page to be written. Go forth unto this waiting world with pen in hand, all you young scribes, the open book awaits. Be creative. Be adventurous. Be original. And above all else, be young. For youth is your greatest weapon, your greatest tool. Use it wisely.

the woven basket between them piled high with greens. The boy and girl looked like some Rousseau ideal, a fantasy of the way the world was supposed to be if civilization went away.

He did not want to feel old. He did not want to feel the weight of his age hovering above him, mocking him out of the core of a man's pride, waiting to descend upon his mind and body.

He's finding out, he's doing all right, he'll go to school but nobody's going to teach him anything.

The child race is fresh, eager, interested, innocent, imaginative, healthy and full of faith, where the adult race, more often than not, is stale, spiritually debauched, unimaginative, unhealthy, and without faith.

This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

So wise so young, they say, do never live long.

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.

So quick bright things come to confusion.