Quotes About Youth

Boys, almost all boys, too fat or awkward or arrogant for sports, and not actually bright enough to achieve top marks, find their ways to the darkest corners and dustiest shelves, and there Lovecraft is waiting.

Listening back to 'Arnold Layne' now, and other songs from the same phase, I notice that I do not find myself cringing. I am definitely not embarrassed by our juvenilia. It all sounds pretty professional, even though it would have been recorded relatively quickly. With a limited number of tracks, you had to make decisions early on about which instrument would go on which track and then you mixed down. But the music genuinely doesn't seem to have suffered.

Within a couple of years, I had gravitated towards a group of friends from the neighbourhood who had also discovered rock 'n' roll, and it seemed an excellent idea to put a band together. The fact that none of us knew how to play was only a minor setback, since we didn't have any instruments.

Rick played trumpet as a schoolboy, and always maintained that he played the piano before he could walk… but would then add that he didn't walk until he was ten.

In a period when everyone was being cool in a very adolescent, self-conscious way, Syd was unfashionably outgoing; my enduring memory of our first encounter is the fact that he bothered to come up and introduce himself to me.

Overall the fundamentals seem to be there and he's obviously got a very mature head on his shoulders. He's got a kind of presence.

The soul secure in her existence smiles at the drawn dagger and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age and nature sink in years, but thou shall flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amid the war of elements, the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.

When I was a kid I had this funny blonde hair and everyone called me 'Chick' because I looked like Tweety Bird.

He was just a boy. She was just a girl. It was biologically determined that things would be complicated.

She shot up like one of the weeds in the barley field and grew tender breast buds.

Hild had forgotten. She was twelve years old.

Hild was glad to escape the responsibilities she didn't quite understand and roam the moor.

She swung her hair back from her face and eyed me sullenly, now the perfect teenager. Infant to child to teen in one day. With any luck she'd be dead of old age before we reached the clearing.

In the wild waste, a girl, growing.

One afternoon when the winter was done and the world had begun to turn towards the light, with green shoots thrusting through the dark earth, the girl roamed the high fell in the steeper, northern part of the valley.

He was younger than old Yvain, his voice as supple as a withy-wound chariot.

We shook our heads, like two old soldiers drinking at the veterans' hall and despairing of the youth today.

Hild watched them and the other not-yet-girdled girls-Cille and Leofe, who were already meant for each other, and half a dozen younger-and wondered when her mother might choose her gemæcce and who it might be.

She was taller than all the unmatched girls, even the ones with breast buds, just as her mother was taller than the queen and Cian was unusually tall for a boy with a wealh mother.

Breguswith's eyes were hard, bright blue, with none of that milky aging Hild saw in Æffe's and Brugen's eyes.

The smile turned the unearthly queen to a haggard and bony youth playing dress-up.

To refute the new morality, all one needs to do is examine the faces of its aged devotees.

Jongeren zijn niet per se revolutionair, maar noodzakelijk dogmatisch.

Die Jahre der Jugend genügen in einer zivilisierten Gesellschaft, um die Sensibilität, die Intelligenz, die Seele zu erziehen. Heute ist dies durch den Einsatz eines ganzen Lebens kaum zu erreichen