Quotes About Youth

Dish said no more, and Augustus decided not to tease him. Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity- they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour. Young Dish, skilled cowhand that he was, might not live to see the whores of Ogallala, and the tender feelings he harbored for Lorena might be the sweetest he would ever have.

Is the girl all right?" "She's had an ordeal but she's young," Augustus said. "She won't forget it, but she might outlive it.

Best to help such boys have their moment of fun, before life's torments snatched them.

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity—they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits.

Ikey had passed his seventieth year and considered anyone under fifty to be callow, at best.

Famous Shoes knew the young ranger was scared. Nothing was easier to detect in a man than fear. It showed even in the way he fumbled with his cup while drinking coffee; and it was normal that he would be afraid. He didn't know where he was

was not old enough to understand the need to go back to a place where things were simple. He had no happiness in his face, the young ranger; perhaps he had never had a place where things were simple, a place he could think about when he needed to remember happiness. Perhaps the young ranger had been unlucky—he might have no good place or good time to remember.

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity—they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

It's very difficult for a black man to get out of South-Central Los Angeles, and get out civilized....The only men I know who have escaped, all began reading Robert Heinlein at age ten.

She risks her own life, Louis thought, then blames me for not getting angry. An attention-getting device? How long has she been doing it? Anyone else would die young, with a habit like that!

En gang må jo være den første, ikke sant? - Jeg trodde nesten jeg var for gammal til det. - Til hva? - Til at noe er første gang.

Så rusla vi hjemover. Snakka om alt vi skulle gjøre. Om The Snafus. Om hvor berømte vi skulle bli. Om sommeren, enda vinteren bare såvidt hadde begynt, om alle somrene i våre liv. Vi snakka om når vi skulle begynne på gymnaset og om når vi blei ferdige med skolen for godt. Vi blei svære i kjeften og vakre fugler fløy ut av ansiktene våre. Vi tok framtida på forskudd og den så sabla bra ut.

I'm grateful for any opportunity to help inspire the next generation

knew each other in that honest, unmitigated way that people get to know you who meet you when you're still young. Before all the rest of it. Before it becomes both easier and harder to know yourself.

We knew each other so well by this point—knew each other in that honest, unmitigated way that people get to know you who meet you when you're still young. Before all the rest of it. Before it becomes both easier and harder to know yourself.

Growing up is never idyllic, is it? Or it'd be called something else - Jacob

Gertrudis got on her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag

Carefully studying the delicate form of the doll, she was thinking how easy it was to wish for things as a child. Then nothing seemed impossible. Growing up, one realizes how many things one cannot wish for, the things that are forbidden, sinful. Indecent.

Gertrudis got onto her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag.

it's perhaps better for a prince to learn young that looking before one steps is basic self-preservation.

These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

Down a long road through the woods a little boy trudged to school, with his big brother Royal and his two sisters, Eliza Jane and Alice. Royal was thirteen years old, Eliza Jane was twelve, and Alice was ten. Almanzo was the youngest of all, and this was his first going-to-school, because he was not quite nine years old.

You don't want to hear about the time I was a naughty little boy.

This year the teacher was a slim, pale young man. His name was Mr. Corse. He was gentle and patient, and never whipped little boys because they forgot how to spell a word. Almanzo