Quotes About Youth

I love them, but sometimes it would have been nice to be able to b e a kid who didn't have to act like an adult so much of the time. - Polly

Grown-ups always seem to be worried about money, or politics, or just stuff that has physical presence. It's like somewhere along the way they lost the ability to think about what's inside them.

Some people feel out of place when they're young, not because anything's wrong with them, but because there's something special that sets them apart. Something they haven't figured out yet.

Young writers, they're almost always autobiographical, even when they don't mean to be.

They sat in the cafes with their fresh faces and long lovely legs and waited for something outrageous to happen.

Sleep isn't a skill." I laughed at him. "But of course, señorita. The innocent have it. They're born with it. Somehow you lose it as you age. Worry steals it away.

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.

I'd managed to ignore how the ceremony would take away the boy I knew for ever and also the fierce warrior girl who had loved him. It already had. Those children were gone.

Cameron says he's always been this way. But now it's worse. His girlfriend is pregnant and she's going to have the baby. Did her parents tell you that? Maybe I shouldn't even talk about it. I don't know.

She's so beautiful," I tell Emily. "She might have had a shot." "The world is full of beautiful girls.

He's never been a throwaway kid. Never experienced the world in a woman's body, or a girl's. Never had a reason to confuse love with suffering.

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

the boy, who

Too much was new about India, and the days had no anchor. Jock might have fallen for the bold girl I was when I was fourteen, but he didn't really know me any more than I knew him.

would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted

Young people could get away with rough clothing but unless the elderly dressed with care they looked like homeless vagabonds

Raiding parties of young men had their own laws and their own universe in which the niceties of civilized warfare did not count and an old man and a young girl were fair game to them, for in the Indian Wars there were no civilians.

My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.

Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman's ego.

Hablas de amor, pero ni siquiera sabes de qué se trata. A los diecisiete años, el amor es un fuego que consume el cuerpo, pero en el cual no interviene todavía el corazón. Por eso te perdono que te hayas lanzado sobre mí con semejante violencia. Por eso no te hago arrojar en prisión. ¿Amor? ¿Acaso significan algo para ti mis pensamientos, mis planes o mis sueños? ¡Vete de aquí enseguida!

It seems likely that many of the young who don't wait for others to call them artists, but simply announce that they are, don't have the patience to make art.

Part of growing up is developing a bullshit detector, and kids usually do a pretty fair job of wising each other up.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old.