Quotes About Youth

Innocence is an infinitely fragile thing and thought can sometimes injure, even destroy it. - Pg. 254

And then … she had hardly looked beyond, but there was a great, summer-scented breeze blowing through her spirit, telling her she was young and fair, and wealthy into the bargain

They were so young, so gloriously, obliviously young, that it hurt to look at them.

But Saeed, Saeed, the children are our only hope!

Il n'y a rien comme l'amour pour donner du courage aux jeunes gens.

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

He [Maxime] was twenty, and already there was nothing left to surprise or disgust him. He had certainly dreamt of the most extreme forms of debauchery. Vice with him was not an abyss, as with certain old men, but a natural, external growth.

When younger, he had been fun-loving to the point of tedium.

Élodie, who was rising fifteen, lifted her anaemic, puffy, virginal face with its wispy hair; she was so thin-blooded that good country air seemed only to make her more sickly.

The young household lived liked birds in a warm, secluded nest of moss.

He was a young dandy, and his habiliments, even to his gloves, were entirely yellow.

You know, I'm disgusted when dirty little boys run after old women.

He still loved her more each day, the way you love at twenty, quite unreasonably, as your capricious heart dictates, just for the joy and the pain of loving.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free...I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

She was a wild, wicked, slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.

Why do you love him, Miss Cathy? - Nonsense, I do - that's sufficient. - By no means; you must say why? - Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with. - Bad. - And because he's young & cheerful. - Bad, still. - And because he loves me. - Indifferent, coming there. And he will be rich and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband. - Worst of all.

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)

Dulce Amor de juventud, perdóname si te olvido mientras la marea del mundo me arrastra consigo; otros deseos y otras esperanzas me asedian, esperanzas que pueden ensombrecerte mas no hacerte daño. Ninguna nueva luz ha iluminado mi cielo, ninguna mañana ha vuelto a brillar para mí; toda la dicha de mi vida se me entregó con tu vida, toda la dicha de mi vida está enterrada en la tumba contigo.