Quotes About Youth

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

With all due respect, if you're forty-three, then I'm a fetus.

Caroline's about to say something really harsh, but suddenly Hunter and Dev launch into a fucking Green Day cover, and we're all seven years old again and dancing like we spit out the Ritalin while Mom wasn't looking.

Holden Caulfield is the embodiment of what we mean by the phrase "young adult" – too young to be a grown-up, but too wise to the world to be completely innocent. He's caught in the in-between, and that in-between is what all young adult authors write about.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

When we're alone together, I'm the destination. When I'm here in her life at school, I'm the disruption.

The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve pancakes. I must fight the urge to freak.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

When I was younger, I craved friendship and closeness. I make bonds without acknowledging how quickly and permanently they would break. I took people lives' personally. I felt their friends could be my friends, their parents could be their parents. But after awhile, I had to stop. It was too heartbreaking to live with too many separations.

Kids don't give a shit about clipboards.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.

He doesn't want to step out of the present, this present. Because once he does, there will be college applications and college acceptances (just one will do) and the last of everything (last class, last party, last night, last day, last goodbye), and then the world will change forever and he will go to college and eventually become an adult. That is not what he wants. He does not want those complications, that change. Not now.

We roll down the windows and crank the radio - we like the idea of our music spilling out over the whole neighbourhood, becoming part of the air.

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

She must be in eighth grade--maybe seventh. She's old enough to wear make-up, but she hasn't figured out yet how to wear it well.

All dressed up, we thought we looked so old. Now, of course, we look at the picture and see how young we actually were. We get younger every year.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

i hold the cigarette like i'm in a black-and-white movie. but when jed lights the match, it spreads to color, his skin in the campfire light, the spark of his eyes as he leans in to me

And now it's some other guy's hands that are thumbing their way over Joey's face and down Dee Dee's chin and—oh, fucking hell—dropping down between the A and the M, going right for the V under the H&M-meets-S&M miniskirt.