Quotes About Youth

Gather ye roses while ye may

No one at fifteen was ever in love, outside of Romeo and Juliet, and maybe not even them. Old Giff used to argue that the star-crossed lovers simply were buzzed on the fumes of forbidden lust. Give them thirty years of togetherness, Old Giff always said, and Juliet would be plunging the dagger into Romeo.

Girls were always attracted to middle-aged men with interesting pasts.' The relationship is all about hero-worship on one side, youth-worship on the other

In the midst of a hive of customers and clerks, a small boy with blond hair neatly parted on one side stares up into the face of a bronze sculpture. It is Cuchulainn himself---the warrior light. The Hound of Coolan lashed to a boulder with spear drawn. But The Hound is leaning to one side and dying in a public hall of the Dublin Post Office.

You have fewer than 1,000 Saturdays with each child in your care before they're grown up.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.

That's what innocence is, you know. A blissful oblivion of what's coming, of what you'll lose and what you'll gain, and what kind of person you'll grow up to be.

I'll regret it for the rest of my life, Rush, but I was fucking seventeen years old. We're morons at seventeen. We think everything we do is right-- that nothing has a consequence.

I can´t speak.I mean,I literally can´t seem to form words.Rush was always shockingly good looking.Tall,lean,dark hair,badass attitude,eyes so green they look like leaves in the sun.But now,he´s something else.He´s breathstealing.He´s wearing a black tank top and jeans that hang on his lean hips.Both arms are covered in vibrant ink,and lean,sexy muscle.And though he still has a boy´s wicked grin,he´s become a man everywhere else

Some children grow stronger in the broken places, like bones; others grow sadder. I did both.

He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.

I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

He doesn't pretend," the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. "Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?" "Yes," Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. "Me too," he said.

She laughed that joyous full-blown sound that children eventually grow out of, as if the world bleeds the joy from them.

I was a girl and I had the best deadly toys in the room. Gun envy is an ugly thing.

Boff," Agent Brent said. "I didn't know people used that word anymore." "You young whippersnappers just don't know a good piece of slang when you hear it

Allora pensa a qualcos'altro, qualcosa di meglio.» «Pensieri felici», suggerì Nathaniel. Gli scoccai un'occhiata. «Ti sembro forse Peter Pan?» «Sì, cioè, no. Però fai pensieri felici», insisté Nathaniel.

The person who knew you best when you were seventeen will always have a claim on you, no matter how much you change. There's something seductive and magnetic about it, the feeling of being understood like that. I suppose it goes both ways. (19)

You should hear what that creep told her. He was in love, she was the only one he'd ever felt like this about, she was the most beautiful girl in the world-- you know." I don't, actually. No boy has ever said those words to me. But I nod as if one has.