Quotes About Youth

There is hardly a single action we perform in that phase which we would not give anything, in later life, to be able to annul. Whereas what we ought to regret is that we no longer possess the spontaneity which made us perform them. In later life we look at things in a more practical way, in full conformity with the rest of society, but adolescence is the only period in which we learn anything.

Pretendem os poetas que tornamos a encontrar por um momento o que fomos outrora, quando entramos em certa casa, em certo jardim em que vivemos na juventude. São peregrinações muito arriscadas, essas, ao fim das quais se colhem tantas decepções como êxitos. Os lugares fixos, coevos de anos diferentes, é em nós mesmos que é melhor encontrá-los.

We remember an atmosphere because girls were smiling in it.

The young woman's smiling lips met his caresses halfway, and her eyes shone in their depths like pools warmed by the sun.

He felt the inspirations of his youth, which had been dissipated by a frivolous life, stirring again in him, but they all bore now the reflection, the stamp of a particular being; and during the long hours which he now found a subtle pleasure in spending at home, alone with his convalescent soul, he became gradually himself again, but himself in thraldom to another. He

This rubicund youth, with his blunt features, appeared for all the world to have a tomato instead of a head.

Repeatedly, I dare say, when pretty girls went by, I had promised myself that I would see them again. As a rule, people do not appear a second time; moreover our memory, which speedily forgets their existence, would find it difficult to recall their appearance; our eyes would not recognise them, perhaps, and in the meantime we have seen new girls go by, whom we shall not see again either.

In later life we look at things in a more practical way, in full conformity with the rest of society, but youth was the only time in which we learned anything

This is Old Age; but then, thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will change 540 To withered, weak, and gray; thy senses then, Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego, To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry 545 To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam;

This and the following Psalm were don by the Author at fifteen yeers old.

We thought nothing of running right ahead ten or a dozen miles before turning back; for we knew nothing about taking time by the sun, and none of us had a watch in those days.

When you're in your twenties, someone once wrote, you live to please other people. When you're in your thirties, you get tired of trying to please others, so you get miffed with them for making you worry about it. When you're in your forties, you realize nobody was thinking about you anyway.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go to school because I was still green. I couldn't go downstairs to breakfast because I couldn't eat. So, I did the only thing I could do — I stayed in bed. And, I don't mean for just a few hours. I stayed in bed for a whole week.

That's the way to get the chicks for free. And getting the chicks for free is the only true pursuit for a grown-up male. Before puberty, of course, it's avoiding them like the plague.

I'm raising jailbait in a valley full of horny soldiers; it is never too early to start drinking.

GRAY-EYED COLE SAT in his bedroom window, looking out over the road, a scoped Ruger 10/22 in his hands. Squirrel rifle. Below him, a quilt hung on the wire clothesline, airing out. Before the end of the day, the quilt would smell like early-summer fields, with a little gravel dust mixed in. A wonderful smell, a smell like home.

You mean, we should only beat up young people?" Davenport asked. "There are as many old assholes as there are young ones. Especially since the boomers got old.

Shipley—One Toke Over the Line Ramones—I Wanna Be Sedated The Clash—Should I Stay or Should I Go Talking Heads—Burning Down the House Dmitri Shostakovich—Jazz Suite No. 2: Waltz 2

Quintana had known Tubbs since high school; Tubbs had been one of the slightly nerdy intellectuals on the edge of the popular clique, while Quintana had been metal shop and a football lineman.

Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills,'" Virgil said, quoting Napoleon Dynamite.

Taryn was now thirty-four. She still had those major assets—she was blond, good-looking, with interesting places in all the interesting places.

I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me.

In the next room, a very nice young lady, who happened to be completely naked, wanted me to tell her anything I could possibly remember about my seventh birthday party.