Quotes About Youth

I know you're still young but I want you to understand and learn this now. Marriage can wait, education cannot. You're a very very bright girl. Truly you are. You can be anything you want Laila. I know this about you. And I also know that when this war is over Afghanistan is going to need you as much as its men maybe even more. Because a society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated Laila. No chance.

Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lip. I ran

I was the lucky one because I was protected by my youth. Je pouvais oublier. I still had the luxury of forgetting. He did not.

In Tariq's grimace, Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk... Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

He was also one of those boys so bursting with energy that he drained others of theirs.

could not picture that Father had once swung on a swing. He could not imagine that Father had once been a boy, like him. A boy. Carefree, light on his feet. Running headlong into the open fields with his playmates. Father, whose hands were scarred, whose face was crosshatched with deep lines of weariness. Father, who might as well have been born with shovel in hand and mud under his nails.

For a few unfortunate kids, winter did not spell the end of the school year. There were the so-called voluntary winter courses. No kid I knew ever volunteered to go to these classes; parents, of course, did the volunteering for them.

And despite the eyeliner, and the lipstick that defines her lips, she has a face now that a passerby's gaze will engage and then bounce from, as it would a street sign or a mailbox number. ...this is what aging is...

She studies mathematics at the Sorbonne. .... - Perhaps it's her way of rebelling. You know a thing or two about rebellion, I think. - Yes, but I did it in the proper way. I drank and smoked and took lovers. Who rebells with mathematics?

they rarely look at Baba - the teenagers - and then only with cold indifference, or even subtle disdain, as if my father should have known better than to allow old age and decay to happen to him.

In Caracas I sleep under a bridge. A youth hostel in Brussels. Sometimes I splurge and rent a room in a nice hotel, take long hot showers, shave, eat meals in bathrobe. I watch color TB, the eighties, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet- they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more am more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

At the time, I must have been in my late twenties, a young man at the prime of his desires for a woman's company. Unlike many of the men I grew up with in my village- young men who had never seen the bare thigh of a grown woman and married, in part, for the license to at least cast their gaze upon such a sight- I did have some experience.

Boys. . .didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need. . .boys. . .treated friendship the way they treated the sun: it's existence undisputed, it's radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly

You'll have others, Inshalla. You're young. Surely you'll have many other chances. But Mariam's grief wasn't aimless or unspecific. Mariam grieved for this baby, this particular child, who had made her so happy for a while.

Los chicos, comprendió, se planteaban la amistad de la misma forma que el sol: daban por sentada su existencia y disfrutaban de su resplandor, pero nunca lo contemplaban directamente.

Too many young Afghan men are dying this way.

Ben presto si sarebbe ritrovato adulto. E allora non ci sarebbe stato modo di tornare indietro, perché l'essere adulto era qualcosa di simile a ciò che suo padre una volta aveva detto a proposito dell'essere un eroe di guerra. Quando si diventa eroe, si muore eroe.

Pelajaran adalah hal yang berharga bagi anak laki-laki.

In a few years, he will be replaced. The boys will become enamored with other things, other people, embarrassed by him and Nahil.

Dying can be quite the career move for a young poet.

a face as suggestive of early maturity as his brother's was of lingering boyishness.

the inherent adorableness of furry white bear cubs

In time, they will grow up to be among the largest and most fearsome predators on Earth; now, they are vulnerable, largely defenseless, and insecure. Like any youngster taking its first steps in a frightening world, they want and need to stay close to their mother.