Quotes About Youth

When he was younger, he used the slightest opportunity to slip away from people, without his being able to understand very clearly why he did so: a longing to break free and to breathe in the fresh air?

we had no real qualities, except the one that youth gives to everyone for a very brief time, like a big promise that will never be kept.

In those days, I thought I was happy.

Something—he wondered later if it was simply his youth—something that had weighed upon him until that moment broke off him, the way a piece of rock slides slowly into the sea and disappears in a spray of foam.

Ng??i ta không già ?i. V?i nh?ng n?m tháng trôi qua, nhi?u ng??i và nhi?u th? r?t cu?c tr? nên hài h??c và n?c c??i ??n m?c b?n ném vào h? và vào chúng m?t cái nhìn tr? con.

How much longer would we go on being old young people? They waved goodbye to me. I was moved by Annette. She and I were exactly the same age, and she'd become one of those slightly faded Danish beauties who used to attract me when I was twenty. They were older than I was at that time, and I was grateful for their tender protection.

Depuis l'enfance et l'adolescence, j'éprouvais une très vive curiosité et une attirance particulière pour tout ce qui concernait les mystères de Paris.

J'étais encore trop jeune pour connaître l'angoisse qu'elle éprouvait à rentrer seule chez elle.

Và chúng tôi ch?ng h? x?ng ???c nh? v?y, tr? m?i cái s? x?ng ?áng mà tu?i tr? ban phát cho b?t kì ai trong m?t quãng th?i gian r?t ng?n, nh? m?t l?i th? m? h? ch?ng gi? ???c bao gi?

He had us sit on a bench, then he posed us in front of a wall shaded by a row of trees, on Avenue Denfert-Rochereau. I've kept one of those shots. My girlfriend and I are sitting on the bench. To me it's as if they were other people, not us, because of the years that have passed, or maybe because of what Jansen saw through his lens, which we wouldn't have seen in a mirror at the time: two anonymous teenagers lost in Paris.

Non ero veramente me stessa se non nel momento in cui fuggivo. Gli unici bei ricordi che ho sono ricordi di fughe vere e proprie o di scappatelle da casa.

The mistake of every young person is to think they're the only ones who see darkness and hardship in the world." ... "The mistake of every adult, though, is to think darkness and hardship aren't important to young people because we'll grow out of it. Who cares if we will? Life is happening to us now, just like it's happening to you.

It felt like waiting for something to happen. Which has to be the worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren't yours; they're made by other people. Sometimes they're made badly by other people. Sometimes they're made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be. The bastards.

Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.

Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he'd grow out of it? That didn't make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening.

It's too early for you to have grown up this much.' 'Yeah, well, sometimes you don't have a choice.

Smart boys make useless men.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

But the Spackle War was over a long time ago, wasn't it?" "Thirteen years now." "Thirteen years where you could have righted a wrong." She finally looks at me. "Life is only that simple when you're young, my girl.

There's so much proscription in the lives of young people, and it's so vital to have a place that says, look, here are the doors onto the world and amazingly, you're free to choose any one you like. - Patrick Ness on Libraries

He had loved Enzo. Loved him. And who cared if it was the love of a fifteen - and then a sixteen-year-old. Why did that make any less? They were older than those two idiots in Romeo and Juliet. Why did everyone no longer a teenager automatically dismiss any feeling you had then? Who cared if he'd grow out of it? That didn't make it any less true in those painful and euphoric days when it was happening. The truth was always now, even if you were young. Especially if you were young.

You know, the way teenage guys talk about sex, you'd think all of us were having it all the time, nonstop.

It had been amazing. Just utterly, utterly amazing, like that whole summer before senior year had been, when everything had seemed possible, when everything good felt like it was just within reach for once, when if he could just hang in there, it really would finally all come together

never got to meet Siobhan Dowd. I only know her the way that most of the rest of you will – through her superb books. Four electric young adult novels, two published in her lifetime, two after her too-early death. If