Quotes About Youth

Si dirigiera un negocio, me encantaría conocer las ideas de sus trabajadores más jóvenes, pues son los que tienen un mayor contacto con la realidad y las perspectivas de futuro.

But I am old now; my life is older. When I made the choice I made, I did not think it was forever. It is another thing to give up so young.

But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn't believe she'd read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and one time she even cried. I didn't know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.

This is where he should say that he is in love with me, that I have changed his life and that he loves me for it. But he doesn't. Is it because he is shy? Or because he is too young to say such a thing? Or is it merely because he does not love me? The worst of it is, I am falling in love with him.

But sometimes it is just impossible to obey blindly. Sometimes a child must strike out on her own. A child cannot be a child forever

I remember how Talia got me to talk about the gardening thing. I've never told anyone else about that, but with this girl, I sort of feel like I can be myself without worrying about looking uncool. After all, she doesn't even know what "cool" is.

It would be so great to have someone my own age to talk to, even if it was just about books.

Meg makes a face and lays her hand on my arm. "And why, exactly, would John want to see Eurotrash?" "Hello?" Ryan says. "Because he's a seventeen-year old guy with normal male urges, and she's got-" He holds both hands out from his chest. "Really pretty eyes," I complete his sentence.

But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn't believe she'd read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and once she even cried. I didn't know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.

I inhaled again. Probably better to dream. The rest of the night, I took tickets and picked up discarded cups and tried not to pay attention to Kyle laughing, Kyle talking, Kyle being crowned dance royalty. I mean, it's too pathetic to be stalking the popular guy. But I enjoyed watching him. He was so opposite the way I was, so full of life and energy, and yet, I knew he and I were alike deep down. Deep down, we were both lonely. He was just better at hiding it.

If I grow up, I'd like to be a bus driver," he told me. If, not when.

'I Am Number Four' is an action-packed adventure entwined with a romantic story. I play the role of John Smith. John wants to be a normal kid, but he is from a different planet and he has been given this destiny of becoming a warrior.

Childhood and adulthood were not factors of age but states of mind.

Fred put away the phone, finished off his bourbon, and resumed watching the couple suck on the combined mass of their two tongues. He wasn't as drunk as them. Or as young. Or as stupid. He envied them on every score.

I tell you, kid," Deet said, "one day you'll grow up and then you won't be worth anything.

To confess my weakness, Ned, my ambition is so prevalent that I…would willingly risk my life, tho' not my character, to exalt my station. I'm confident that my youth excludes me from any hopes of immediate preferment, nor do I desire it, but I mean to prepare the way for futurity… My folly makes me ashamed, yet Neddy we have seen such schemes successful when the projector is constant. I shall conclude saying I wish there was a war.

It is possible to lead astray an entire generation, to strike it blind, to drive it insane, to direct it towards a false goal. Napoleon proved this.

I always wanted to be a designer. I read books on fashion from the age of 12.

There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw:Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,A little louder, but as empty quite:Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,And beads and prayer books are the toys of age!Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before;Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Celia" Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia's face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia's fate, who hence Our heart's devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient for our gallantry!

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.