Quotes About Youth

I had teen angst for a while, but I think every teenager has the angst.

Nobody wants to hear R&ampB. It's sad. If you want to be on the radio you got to stay young.

Squander your youth," he wanted to say, "and you'll have a lifetime to make heavy payments.

Well, I could do it for a day, but I wouldn't want to be a teenager again. I really wouldn't.

If you just watch a teenager, you see a lot of uncertainty.

Jim looked at him. He was lying on his front with a meadow grass sticking out from his mouth. How did Doyler do this? He could make Jim so angry with himself, so ashamed. The next minute, he was all alive, like a spark was inside, like the full of him was electric. How did Doyler do this to him? He really didn't know.

Why was he so sad? His son was his son no matter his breeks. But he looked so grown-up in his trousers. Had he tried to keep him a boy and why had he tried it? I wasn't being thick, nor mean, he wanted to say. It's not the time for a boy to be a man. Wait till the war was over.

Well, no boy loves his chum, or no boy says he does. But he answered, I do. I do, he answered as in some preposterous dissenting nuptial. And MacMurrough remembered how touching it was that a young fellow in a stranger's bed should say that he loved his friend.

I know I'm 25 now, but there's still that little lad inside me who likes his dad there to see him.

Do you happen to remember me, young man?' asked the archbishop kindly, surprisingly speaking in French instead of Latin. 'No, Monseigneur, I cannot honestly say that I do,' replied Arn with embarrassment, looking at the ground.

School always appeared to me like a prison, and I could never make up my mind to stay there, when the sunshine was inviting, the sea smooth, and when it was such a joy to run about in the free air, or to paddle around in the water." Claude Monet

Few conversations, at any time of life, are more stimulating, more spontaneous and more genuinely original than those long ridiculous talks we all have, when we are very young, late at night about the meaning of life.

Want hij is zeventien jaar - precies de leeftijd waarop je alle reuzen, draken en heksen aankunt.

De steeds weer terugkerende dagdroom in mijn jeugd was, vooral op wasdag, om rijk te worden en dan voor mijn moeder een lieflijk landelijk paradijs aan te schaffen waar onder het loverzwaar geboomte op het mollige gras tientallen jonge vrouwen in luchtige zomerjurkjes met kittige schortjes om de was voor haar deden in blinkend gegalvaniseerde wasteiltjes en op bijna schertsachtige wasbordjes die de allure hadden van rococo-harpjes.

Steeds zie ik ons samen opdoemen in mijn geest en weer verdwijnen. Als jongens, als jongemannen en op latere leeftijd. We kijken allebei star voor ons uit. Het lijkt wel of we met elkaar vergroeid zijn, zo dicht lopen we tegen elkaar. Ik weet niet of we op weg zijn ergens naar toe of dat het zomaar een dwalen is. Er is geen angst want ik weet dat we elkaar niet kwijt kunnen raken.

Young love ends for hundreds of different reasons," Gertie said and sighed. Ida Belle nodded. "But usually, life strangles it to death.

Seems like most of the kids today are into other sports other than tennis.

The task of youth is not only its own salvation but the salvation of those against whom it rebels, but in that case there must be something vital to rebel against and if the elderly stiffly refuse to put up a vigorous front of their own, it leaves the entire situation in a mist.

When you're sixteen or seventeen meaning can be anywhere. A drop of rain running down the window is a symbol, a song comes on the radio just when you longed for it, you have the same initials as the boy for whom you're sick, secret messages await you in poems. It's like living in a net of logic, of systems of words and significance.

To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain for the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older—the natural sequence of an unnatural beginning.

I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? What's a soul? What's it all about? What is thinking about, imagination?

It is this living into things that a new generation demands, and it is this, because she is young among the nations, that Russia has to offer.

Youth is, I believe, contrary to all tradition, the time when Rational Thought dominates and allures. It is because they turned on the world the eager clear-eyed curiosity of a noble child that the Greeks are always young and their language essentially the language of youth.