Quotes About Youth

Je redoute la menace qui se précise, qui s'attaquerait à l'enfance.

What one believes when one is sixteen is more powerful than any truth.

Tout ce qui n'est pas griffé n'existe pas. Les jeunes placent leur cerveau et leur âme dans un petit crocodile vert, dans trois bandes noires, dans une virgule horizontale : ils n'existent pas en dehors. Lacoste, Adidas et Nike sont devenus la trinité d'une religion creuse, aux saints chaque jour plus nombreux, et qui condamne les hommes à se déguiser en hamburger pour gagner leur vie. Gagner sa vie, mais laquelle ?

Prisimenu pagalvojau, kad akys nepavaldžios amžiui ir kad mes visad mirštame su vaiko akimis, kurios vien? dien? atsiv?r? pasauliui ir su juo nebesiskyr?.

A young person still thinks it is possible–there is time enough–to become all things: athlete and aesthete, soldier and pacifist, anchorite and debauchee.

Kiss me again: If I now wanted heat of youth, these fires, In Priam's veins, would thaw his frozen blood, Enabling him to get a second Hector For the defence of Troy.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.

Can't I live while I'm young

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

If you don't have wrinkles, you haven't laughed enough.

Oh, high is the price of parenthood, and daughters may cost you double. You dare not forget, as you thought you could, that youth is a plague and a trouble.

and I'm thinking how nothing is as simple as you guess-not right or wrong, not Judd Travers, not even me or this dog I got here. But the good part is I saved Shiloh and opened my eyes some. Now that ain't bad for eleven.

Sexually active? Sexually active ? Patrick and I hadn't even learned the fine points of kissing yet! I marched on down. 'For your information,' I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention, 'I am about as sexually active as a bag of spinach, and if you want to keep me on the porch and not out in the park somewhere behind the bushes, you'll keep the stupid porch light off when I come home with a boy.

Sometimes I wish I could just press a button and be through school and starting my real life,' I told him. 'This is your real life, Al,' he said, 'Don't start living in the future. That's like gulping down a piece of fudge cake and then asking yourself, 'Where'd it go?' You're missing the moment.

Sex education classes are like in-home sales parties for abortions.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

Il susino è sfiorito. Chioma verde di foglioline giovani. Nessuno adesso potrebbe sospettare la bellezza mozzafiato di prima. Così per tante donne vecchie che per pochi giorni soltanto sono state belle.

One of my dreams in life is to do fund-raising for the youth.

Even though more and more of his stories, as he went on, are set in autumn, one of the main occupations of his characters is to see how far they've come, or fallen rather, since the spring. Yet insofar as spring—youth—is visible, there's always the possibility of vicarious renewal or hopefulness, and the mixed feelings of seeing someone else's perhaps too-innocent illusions.

I «destinati a essere morti» non hanno certo gioventù splendenti: ed ecco che essi ti insegnano a non splendere. E tu splendi, invece, Gennariello.

For to a boy it can seem that he shall never have what he alone has never had.

Io guardo in questi ragazzi il riso dei loro morti quando venivano in chiesa, e, cantando, credevano di essere vivi per sempre. Ma gli anni spariti nel paese non sono mai trascorsi. Questa è una loro alba, e noi, noi siamo i morti.

e con me porto un vento di paesaggi, una superba leggerezza, un candido coraggio di straniero. E tu non spandi che silenzio. O sconosciuto ch'eri tutto: il ragazzo perduto nella casa, il giovane borghese che cullava i falsi amori dell'amato cuore, ora sei nulla, IL NULLA , il puro errore.

OH, YO JOVENCITO! Yo quería ser mi madre que me amaba, pero no quería amargarme a mí mismo. Y entonces fingía ser un joven pobre. No podía convencerme de que también en un burgués hubiera algo para amar: aquello que amaba mi madre en mí, puro y despreciado. Nada ha cambiado: me veo todavía pobre y joven; y amo sólo a aquéllos como yo. Los burgueses tienen un cuerpo maldito.