Quotes About Youth

I look at the knife again, sitting there on the moss like a thing without properties, a thing made of metal as separate from a boy as can be, a thing which casts all blame from itself to the boy who uses it.

And so he waited by himself, leaning against a stone wall away from the other kids as they squealed and laughed and looked at their phones as if nothing in the world was wrong, as if nothing in the whole entire universe could ever happen to them.

Here is the boy, running. Here was the boy, drowning.

Children are, though, the last to be consulted on issues of their own welfare, so our opinions went unheard.

What happens when you get older? Do you just forget everything before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

That's the kind of thing you want to tell a teenager: Worry a little bit less. There will always be somebody who thinks you're just the bee's knees and is really attracted to you... I wouldn't have believed it. But it would have been nice to hear.

Youth is a form of mental illness.

Like the revolution's going to wait until I finish my education.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

The boy grows upward, but the girl grows up.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

if I have ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

It's not over if you're still here," Chronicler said. "It's not a tragedy if you're still alive." Bast nodded eagerly at this, looking back at Kvothe. Kvothe looked at both of them for a moment, then smiled and chuckled low in his chest. "Oh," he said fondly. "You're both so young.

There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.

Simmon pushed his hair out of his eyes, laughing boyishly. "You can't argue your way out of this one! She's obviously stupid for you. And you're just plain stupid, so it's a great match.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

Kid's books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that we take extra care with children's food.

The three boys, one dark, one light, and one—for lack of a better word—fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

It's a horrible thing to have your body fail you. You never think about it when you're young.

No, she won't," Bast said smugly. "Because I'm all grown, and I can do whatever I want with my pants. I could light them on fire and I wouldn't get in any trouble at all.

La dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven: no hay nada mejor en el mundo. Es más valiosa que la sal. Sin ella, algo enferma y muere dentro de nosotros. Estoy seguro. Una cosa tan simple. Qué raro. Qué maravilloso y qué raro.

She smiled and was suddenly young again. "How does it feel to know where you are going?

Y la forma en que sujetaba el arpa entre sus piernas me hizo pensar en... bueno, en las cosas en que piensan continuamente los muchachos de quince años.

If I ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.