Quotes About Youth

older vowels were showing through as he said that it was "awfully good of" his parents to have tolerated him.

It is hard to do justice to old pleasures that cannot be revived—we seem half to disown our youthful selves, who loved and treasured them.

Don't we owe that young woman, and all of our children, a world in which their contemplative lives are valued and supported? Don't we owe it to ourselves?

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day—while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

Academic stress-related pre-birth suicides

I tried to imagine what it would feel like... to be sixteen years old and the most powerful creature on the face of the planet... and to be answerable to no-one. You could do anything, John. You'd never need to turn back to dull, weak, human Johnny Bates ever again... [y]ou could sever all your links with humanity. You could become remorseless, unstoppable... and totally corrupt.

His son had gone astray in the great city, where so many others had gone astray before him, and where many others would go astray after him, until there was found some great secret that as yet no man had discovered.

I cannot stop you from thinking your thoughts. It is good that a young man has such deep thoughts. But hate no man, and desire power over no man.

Down in the valleys women scratch the soil that is left, and the maize hardly reaches the height if a man. They are valleys of old men and old women, of mothers and children. The men are away, the young men and the girls are away, the soil cannot keep them any more.

You're only young once, Valkyrie." "Yeah, but it goes on for ages.

I lived there as a boy and know the coalGlittering in its shed, late-afternoonLambency informing the deal table,The ceiling cradled in a radiant spoon.I must be lying low in a room there,A strange child with a taste for verse,While my hard-nosed companions dream of fireAnd sword upon parched veldt and fields of rain-swept gorse.

He was a nobody. One of those shy kids who turned into social invalids when that first blast of adolescence hit, meekly accepted their fate, and became invisible.

This was the end of some of those friendships. They were left behind, artifacts of youth, boxed up with my comic books, my sketchbooks ans journals, and the rest of my teenage mementos. Only a select few of my high school comrades, like Mike, would remain lifelong pals.

Several years have now passed since I first realized how numerous were the false opinions that in my youth I had taken to be true, and thus how doubtful were all those that I had subsequently built upon them.

Everyone knows that by far the happiest and universally enjoyable age of man is the first. What is there about babies which makes us hug and kiss and fondle them, so that even an enemy would give them help at that age?

It is folly alone that stays the fugue of Youth and beats off louring Old Age.

The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.

The young profession of social work sold its expertise in detecting fraud and waste.

It is our moral obligation to give every child the very best education possible.

When you're young you have no worries, no drama, only your imagination. It's the best!

Being a kid and growing up is such a cool part of life.

I did rebel. I was the rebel in my family, because my dad wanted me to go and just travel with him.

When my dad toured in '91, I think my first gig properly was the Tokyo Dome 50 000 people indoors. That was pretty scary. I was 12, or 13.

I never really saw my dad around when the Iron Maiden and the AC/DC were playing. But he knew what I was doing. I was just absorbing music. So he just kind of left me to my own devices.