Quotes About Youth

Let not young souls be smothered out Before they do quaint deeds And fully flaunt their pride.

Once he pulled a girl's bra strap and let it snap in Raymond Elliott's study hall, which was "just about the most daring thing you could think of to do

When you dream dreams when you're young, do them before you have a reason not to. When you are young, that is when all the dreams come true. Believe me do them all. Nothing bad will happen to you and all things good.

I'm not into little boys till they're old enough to have their own credit card.

What was so wrong with us? We were young, healthy, matched in every way. Live and be happy. No, I had to show my strength, be moody. What a fool. And I didn't understand that I was a fool; after all, I do have some brains, but I couldn't stop myself.

Even as a young boy, my passion was to design, and I have been very lucky to be able to do what I have loved all my life. There can be few greater gifts than that.

Zora and her playmate Carrie Roberts also "spent long afternoons reading what Moses told the Hebrews not to do in Leviticus," Zora remembered. "In that way I found out a number of things the old folks would not have told me. Not knowing what we were actually reading, we got a lot of praise from our elders for our devotion to the Bible.

They know the autumn's the peak season for harvesting, and that the crop is eighteen-year-olds.

Ser jóvenes», se dijo, «no es un mérito ni una virtud. Es simplemente una condición de la existencia».

The Beauty drew near and the Youth heard her softly ringing, clear voice, every sound of which rent his heart with a sweet pain, "Dear Youth, do you know the price of my love?" "Let it be the price of life!" exclaimed the Youth, "Let it lead even to the dark gates of death." ("The Poison Garden")

The older I get, the better I was.

And I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky, And I will never grow so old again, And I will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain. - Sweet Thing

I'm not very experienced with boys or the whole dating thingy.

So many people try to grow up too fast, and it's not fun! You should stay a kid as long as possible!

They felt that all boys and girls should be able to feel that, if they have what it takes, there is no limit to the opportunity. A ceiling should not be imposed on a young person's educational opportunities either by limited family means or negative family attitudes.

Alice must already have known, even back then, when she first saw Fortune, when she was, what, nine or ten, that she would try and hitch a lift on the wheel, too, as soon as she possibly could. She must already have been thinking out how. But she couldn't have guessed how soon her chance would come.

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours.

Sometimes we watch Bill Murray movies with him and his friends at his house on Sea View Terrace and marvel at the way the boys can recite all the lines the way we know every word of The Outsiders.

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours. We walk these streets to our school perched high over the Pacific and we run these streets to the beaches, which are cold, windswept, full of fishermen and freaks. We know these wide streets and how they slope, how they curve toward the short, and we know their houses.

Sometimes we catch them in jars for a minute before releasing them. Sometimes we wait too long to release them and find them dead. We know the names of the girls who keep the butterflies too long, and we have no idea what to do with this information.

I hope my girls don't grow up to be models," Maria Fabiola says. But there is something in her voice that implies that this will be difficult to fight-their beauty will pull them inexorably toward modelhood.

Why, I wondered, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, who ought therefore to know better, generalize so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth--that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent and every setback insuperable?

Between 1914 and 1919 young men and women, disastrously pure in heart and unsuspicious of elderly self-interest and cynical exploitation, were continually re-dedicating themselves - as I did that morning in Boulogne - to an end that they believed, and went on trying to believe, lofty and ideal.

For me, as for all the world, the War was a tragedy and a vast stupidity, a waste of youth and of time; it betrayed my faith, mocked my love, and irremediably spoilt my career.