Quotes About Youth

making as cadence, pace, variety of tone, and especially gestures of the arms, hands, shoulders, and head. Young Frederick was enthralled, and though he could not yet know it, his life's vocation, his true

eyelashes, and the dimples of the devastating smile which was going to get him into all sorts of trouble in another few years danced at the corners of his mouth.

Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.

Friendship in youth represents sympathy without understanding; in age, understanding without sympathy.

She would like to be on a train named Nightfall going to some place where she'd be twenty-five years old.

We almost killed ourselves with rage. We would grow up trampling over things, tearing things down, and people would look at us and wonder why we had such violence in our hearts.

I'm small, I'm young - and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.

I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.

All these girls swooning over hunky vampires, what they really want is to give away their freedom, to be controlled and told what to do and not have to think -- and never die, of course. It's sick is what it is. I don't want to be a forever-young living corpse.

Some argued that the youth of today were poorly educated and insufficiently industrious, but one of them had sought to validate his generation by spending considerable time and effort chiseling an obscene word in the concrete picnic table, and he had spelled it correctly.

How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.

He often repeated something Father Abrahan said to him once, how faith is ever young, how faith, unlike the rest of us, does not age.

Los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas.

The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches.

What seemed strangest to me when I found this diary was that I have no recollection of the day-to-day life it describes. If I do not recall them, where have those days gone? Where had they vanished to? I pondered the things that human beings lose to the past -from Diary of My Sixteenth Year

Qué eran, para un hombre de sesenta y siete años junto a una muchacha de una sola noche, la inteligencia, la cultura, la barbarie?

Cocorii albi de pe baticul tinerei Inamura zburar? în amurgul care-i mai z?bovea sub pleoape.

De mon côté, je t'en ai beaucoup voulu, et puis je me suis fait des reproches, mais dans cette vie misérable que nous menions, nous, Japonais, je me suis aperçu qu'il fallait avoir de l'empathie pour notre propre jeunesse.

La luce della cabina si spense. A bordo, l'odore di pesce e salsedine si fece più intenso. Nel buio, scaldato dal tepore del corpo del ragazzo, diedi libero sfogo alle lacrime. La mia mente era ormai acqua limpida che scivolava via goccia a goccia, mentre a me restava solo il dolce piacere di ciò che finisce e non lascia più nulla.

It would be odd to explain, now that he had come to the house, that for an old man who was no longer a man, to keep company with a girl who had been put to sleep was "not a human relationship.

Pasaban los años,y la única persona que no cambiaba era la joven de su libro

Se preguntó si era su juventud y su inocencia lo que habían dado tanta intensidad a ese amor. Quizás eso explicara su pasión ciega e insaciable. Cuando en un espasmo mordía el hombro de Oki, ni siguiera advertía la sangre que manaba de la herida.

Eguchi sintió una oleada de compasión por ella. Se le ocurrió una idea: los viejos tienen la muerte, y los jóvenes el amor, y la muerte viene una sola vez y el amor muchas.

Eguchi, now sixty-seven, had lost many friends and relations, but the memory of the girl was still young. Reduced now to three details, the baby's white cap and the cleanness of the secret place and the blood on the breast, it was still clear and fresh.