Quotes About Youth

I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than (living dully sluggardiz'd at home) Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay. I could not have made it through those evenings otherwise.

At Dachau. We had a wonderful pool for the garrison children. It was even heated. But that was before we were transferred. Dachau was ever so much nicer than Auschwitz. But then, it was in the Reich. See my trophies there. The one in the middle, the big one. That was presented to me by the Reich Youth Leader himself, Baldur von Schirach. Let me show you my scrapbook.

The danger is especially apparent if the young person is affected by what has been termed "incomplete mourning"—has, in effect, been unable to achieve the catharsis of grief, and so carries within himself through later years an insufferable burden of which rage and guilt, and not only dammed-up sorrow, are a part, and become the potential seeds of self-destruction. In

I was still in this state of being a little girl and thinking that this wonderful life so comfortable and safe and secure would continue forever. Mama

It was true that I had traveled great distances for one so young, but my spirit had remained landlocked, unacquainted with love and all but a stranger to death…I had absented myself in my smug and airless self-deprivation.

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

She left the window - and I said to myself, The lady is dark. She moved forward a few steps - and I said to myself, The lady is young. She approached nearer - and I said to myself (with a sense of surprise which words failed me to express), The lady is ugly!

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

You know, an old man like me can teach a young boy like you all the good things in life. But it takes a young boy like you to teach an old man like me to appreciate all the good things in life. I guess that's what life's all about.

I SUPPOSE THERE'S A TIME IN PRACTICALLY EVERY YOUNG boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love.

I'll always remember this as the summer of the monkeys.

Where the Red Fern Grows taps into the wellspring that runs deep in all of us as we fall in step with a boy and his dogs and, piece by piece, our own stories unfold.

By the age of twenty the distinctly Branwellian qualities would be developed from which he would never again shake himself free.

An accomplished pastor once explained to Eugene how he was trying to "reproduce himself in the younger generation." Eugene's response: "Isn't one of you enough? Why don't you nurture what is uniquely them?

How old are you?" "Thirteen…sur." It was the first time she had sirred him. He might have known that these undersized, half-starved waifs were always older than they looked.

Children in their youth blossomed and bloomed; then chance, inclination, heredity all played their part

To hear the young talk today you would think no one had had any excitement in the past, any heartaches, any problems, any bitter frustrations or heady fulfilment. The young of today were more than a shade tedious; pompous, self-centred, so sure that their concerns were the first important ones that had ever happened. They had no perspective. no sense of proportion. Perhaps it was necessary to be old to acquire a true sense of proportion. It was small consolation but it was something.

He tried to remember her as a thin little urchin trailing across the fields with Garrick behind her. But that was no use at all. The urchin was gone forever. It was not beauty she had grown overnight but the appeal of youth, which was beauty in its own right.

He pushed her nails away from his eyes, accepting her bites as if they were no part of him. He pulled the cloth away from her throat, gripped it. Her screaming stopped. Her eyes started tears, died, grew big. She knew there was death, but life called her, sweet life, all the sweetness of youth, not yet gone. Dwight, the baronet, years of triumph, crying, dying.

With age one never looked far ahead. The marathon horizons of youth narrowed and shortened into hurdles of age.

Yes. Oh yes. I told him Caroline wanted to break the journey down here to be in Bodmin during the election, but Caroline has written him also, so it was no news. Like her to ask me to ask her uncle and then to write herself!" "She's only a girl. Be patient with her, Unwin. You'll need patience. She's temperamental and wayward. And there are others will think her a good catch beside yourself.