Quotes About Youth

Il bagliore roseo delle sue labbra, il verde febbricitante dei suoi occhi. Il suo viso non aveva nemmeno una ruga, nemmeno un'increspatura, un accenno di grigio: era fresco e prefetto. Lui era primavera, dorato e splendente. La Morte invidiosa avrebbe bevuto il suo sangue, e sarebbe diventata giovane di nuovo.

As Odysseus said, many boys took each other for lovers. But such things were given up as they grew older, unless it was with slaves or hired boys. Our men liked conquest; they did not trust a man who was conquered himself.

those things that steady a man. They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well.

IT WAS SPRING, AND WE WERE FIFTEEN.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

El destello rosado de su labio, el verde febril de sus ojos, su rostro desprovisto de arrugas… Nada en él decaía ni se marchitaba. Él era áureo, deslumbrante, era la primavera. La envidiosa muerte se bebería su sangre y sería joven de nuevo.

I had never seen the age between them so clearly before. My keen son, and this man who chose to be no one.

i thought, this is what achilles will feel like when he's old. and then i remembered: he will never be old

Envious death would drink his blood and grow young again

Zawistna ?mier? mia?a wyssa? z niego krew i sta? si? znów m?oda.

When I was young, I overheard our palace surgeon talking. He said that the medicines he sold were only for show. Most hurts heal by themselves, he said, if you give them enough time. It was the sort of secret I loved to discover, for it made me feel cynical and wise. I took it for a philosophy.

When I was young, I overheard our palace surgeon talking. He said that the medicines he sold were only for show. Most hurts heal by themselves, if you give them enough time. It was the sort of secret I loved to discover, for it made me feel cynical and wise. I took it for philosophy. I have always been good at waiting, you see.

Then the boy appeared. His name was Clysonymus, and he was the son of a nobleman who was often at the palace. Older, larger, and unpleasantly fleshy.

We had been silent. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. Now that we are twenty-seven, they still feel too hard.

Kol esam jauni, mums atrodo, kad visas širdies opas ken?iam pirmieji.

Your son is not yet a man." Tyndareus' voice seemed far away. I could detect nothing in it.

It wasn't my only gift. I had found a seasoned piece of ash and began to fashion it secretly, carving off its soft layers. Over nearly two months a shape had emerged—a boy playing the lyre, head raised to the sky, mouth open, as if he were singing. I had it with me now, as I walked.

Evoco il ragazzo che conoscevo. Achille che sogghigna mentre i fichi diventano una macchia sfocata tra le sue mani. Gli occhi verdi che ridono nei miei. Prendi, dice. Achille, che si staglia contro il cielo, aggrappato a un ramo sopra il fiume. Il denso calore del suo respiro assonnato contro il mio orecchio:

I watched her dance, arms curving like wings, her strong young legs in love with their own motion. This was how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun.

James Madison was 25 when he signed the Declaration of Independence.

I always thought of losing my virginity as a career move.

Papa Don't Preach

I wouldn't have turned out the way I was if I didn't have all those old-fashioned values to rebel against.

Things were a lot simpler in Detroit. I didn't care about anything but boyfriends.