Quotes About Youth

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

But flaming youth in all it's madness Keeps nothing of its heart concealed: It's loves and hates, its joys and sadness, Are babbled out and soon revealed.

My mom would take me to restaurants, and the first thing I'd ask for would be a pen and a napkin, and I'd sketch shoes and shoes and shoes.

And suddenly it hits me. Our roles have completely reversed.It's no longer me giving my younger self advice; it's her giving me advice. And I'm fast realising that actually I don't know better at all. About some things, yes - I glance at that terrible silver eyeshadow - but not about everything, far from it.

Don't worry about getting older, worry about becoming dull.

Too many parents fail to understand that there is a difference between fitting in and being liked, that there is a difference between being "normal" and being happy. High school is temporary. Family is not.

Teenage drinking has been declining since 1999, but students vastly overestimate their classmates' use of alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes. For example, a study conducted at a Midwestern high school when teenage alcohol use was peaking found that students believed that 92% of their peers Frank alcohol and 85% smoked cigarettes. When researchers surveyed the school to unearth the actual statistics, they learned that 47% of students had consumed alcohol and 17% smoked.

It is only rarely that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.

When you put the interest of a kid on money instead of heart then you're destroying the beauty of our lives and our thought process, which should be about how much responsibilities you carry as an athlete and a citizen.

Of the Gymnasium class of 1939, half had died. Not one was yet 18.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.

No first-rate poet ever went mad, or ever committed suicide, though one or two, no doubt, have happened to die comparatively young.

If you can have everything at fifty that you wanted when you were fifteen, you're happy.

I have come too late into a world too old.

Then came upon a world in ruins an anxious youth. The children were drops of burning blood which had inundated the earth; they were born in the bosom of war, for war. For fifteen years they had dreamed of the snows of Moscow and of the sun of the Pyramids.

Non ; cette fois j'ai gagé que je t'emmènerais ; allons, viens, mauvaise tête, et ne trouble le plaisir de personne. Chacun son tour ; c'était hier le tien, aujourd'hui tu es passé de mode ; celui qui ne sait pas se conformer à son sort est aussi fou qu'un vieillard qui fait le jeune homme.

Quoique bien jeune, j'ai trop connu ce qu'on est convenu d'appeler la vie pour n'avoir pas trouvé au fond de cette mer le mépris de ce qu'on aperçoit à sa surface. ( RAZETTA )

Prenez de l'amour ce qu'un homme sobre prend de vin ; ne devenez pas un ivrogne. Si votre maîtresse est sincère et fidèle, aimez-la pour cela ; mais si elle ne l'est pas, et qu'elle soit jeune et belle, aimez-la parce qu'elle est jeune et belle ; et si elle est agréable et spirituelle, aimez-la encore ; et si elle n'est rien de tout cela, mais qu'elle vous aime seulement, aimez-la encore. On n'est pas aimé tous les soirs.

un homme de vingt ans peut avoir plus vécu qu'une femme de trente. La liberté dont les hommes jouissent les mène bien plus vite au fond de toutes choses ; ils courent sans entraves vers tout ce qui les attire ; ils essayent de tout. Dès qu'ils espèrent, ils se mettent en marche, ils vont, ils s'empressent. Arrivés au but, ils se retournent ; l'espérance est restée en route, et le bonheur a manqué de parole. »

Je commence à avoir trente ans, et je perds le talent de vivre.

Regardez moi ce petit corps maigre, ce lendemain d'orgie ambulant.

The heart from out the bosom Was never given in vain But bought with sighs aplenty And sold for endless rue And now I am two and twenty And oh tis true, tis true

I remember the Washington in which I grew up as a genuine small town. Maybe this is true for everyone, that we all feel that the times in which we grew up were simpler, less complex.