Quotes About Youth

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

There are no amateurs in the world of children.

He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence.

Find someone to push him ever sunward. There's always something you're not supposed to see but it is a condition of growing up that you will see it.

People get bitten. But I won't.' I found myself saying, 'You will, you will. These snakes don't know you find death inconceivable. They don't know you're young and strong and you think death applies to everyone but you. They will bite you and you will die.

Too young for Korea, too old for Vietnam.

What do children know? They know who they are, she said, in ways we can't know and they can't tell us.

This is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides brings him into eloquence.

I was too much of a Bronx kid to read Emerson or Hawthorne.

We listen to the old radio shows. Light flares and spreads across the blue-banded edge, sunrise, sunset, the urban grids in shadow. There is a sweetness in the tenor voice of the young man singing, a simple vigour that time and distance and random noise have enveloped in eloquence and yearning. Every sound, every lilt of strings has this veneer of age.

Make no mistake. I take these children seriously. It is not possible to see too much in them, to overindulge your causal gift for the study of character. It is all there, in full force, charged waves of identity and being. There are no amateurs in the world of children

It's the special skill of an adolescent to imagine the end of the world as an adjunct to his own discontent.

The golden age is early infancy. Soon after this the corruption of the erotic instinct takes place. In a very short time everything falls apart. The solidarity of opposites is completely shattered. Before you've learned to put two words together, you are mired in an existence full of essential dichotomies.

How much pleasure did you take as a kid," Lasher said, "in imagining yourself dead?

my arms on the cinder track. Kids came running our way, thirty girls in bright shorts, an improbable bobbing mass. The eager breathing, the overlapping rhythms of their footfalls. Sometimes I think our love is inexperienced. The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future. Simple things are doomed, or is that a superstition? We watched

Sometimes I think our love is inexperienced. The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.

è tipico dell'adolescente immaginare la fine del mondo come un accessorio del proprio contesto

He picks up speed and seems to lose his gangliness, the slouchy funk of hormones and unbelonging and all the stammering things that seal his adolescence. He is just a running boy, a half-seen figure from the streets, but the way running reveals some clue to being, the way a runner bares himself to consciousness, this is how the dark-skinned kid seems to open to the world, how the bloodrush of a dozen strides bring him into eloquence.

I was a kid and a little pedantic but I still maintain I had a point.

Youth is about promise.

Music is the one place in mass media where kids editorialize to kids.

My criticism was that you never understood the larger picture, said the Dead Father. Young men never understand the larger picture. -I don't suggest I understand it now. I do understand the frame. The limits. -Of course the frame is easier to understand. -Older people tend to overlook the frame, even when they are looking right at it, said Thomas. They don't like to think about it.

How old are you Hogo." "Thirty-five Jane. A not unpleasant age to be." "You don't mind then. That you are not young." "It has its buggy aspects as what does not?" "You don't mind then that you are sagging in the direction of death." "No, Jane.

When I was nineteen, I told a thirty- year-old man what a fool I had been when I was seventeen. 'We were always,' he said glancing down, 'a fool two years ago.