Quotes About Youth

The first boy I ever slow danced with. Ever cried over. Ever loved.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about how summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast. But the next morning, when I went to the deck to eat my toast, I found an empty water bottle on the steps that led down to the beach. Poland Spring, the kind Cam was always drinking. There was a piece of paper inside, a note. A message in a bottle. The ink was a little smeared, but I could still read what it said. It said, "IOU one skinny-dip.

Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?

The thrill of a boy putting his hands on you for the first time.

He could be wearing a red letterman's jacket, driving around in a Corvette with the top down, one arm on the steering wheel, on his way to pick up his girl for the sock hop.

As you grow up you spend less and less time outside. Nobody can say "Go play outside" to you anymore to you.

My point is, losing your virginity on prom night is a cliché, but clichés are clichés for a reason. There's a practicality to it. You get to stay out all night, you look great, et cetera, et cetera. It just makes sense." "I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

We all look so young. John with his rosy cheeks, Trevor with his chubby ones, Peter with his skinny legs. Underneath the picture I wrote, THE BEGINNING. "Aww," he says tenderly. "Baby Lara Jean and Baby Peter. Where'd you find this?" "In a shoe box." He flicks John's smiling face. "Punk." "Peter!" "Just kidding," he says.

He says it with all the certainty only a teenage boy can have, and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.

I love your dress!" Kendra says to me. "Thank you!" I say. "It's vintage." She recoils in real horror. " Oh my God. Are the nineties considered vintage now?" Trina says, "Yes, girl. Their nineties are our seventies." She shudders. "That's terrifying. Are we old?" "We're geriatric," Trina says, but cheerfully.

Wistfully, she says, "I wish I'd been in love more than once. I think you should fall in love at least twice in high school." Then she lets out a little sigh and falls asleep. Margot falls asleep like that ---- one dream sigh and she's off to never-never land, just like that.

All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.

Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach.

I will never forget tonight, not for as long as I live. One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again. When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

Sometimes I wish we met when we were 27. 27 sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At 27, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be.

When we pull up in my driveway, Kitty runs out of the house and over to the car. "Spider-Man!" she shrieks. She's still in her ninja costume, though she's taken the mask off. "Are you coming inside?" I glance at Peter. "He can't. He has to go condition." Peter spends an hour a day conditioning for lacrosse. He's very dedicated to it. "Condition?" Kitty repeats, and I know she's imagining Peter washing his hair.

As I walked away, I heard the girl ask, "Is she your girlfriend?" I whirled around, and we both said "No!" at the same time.

I look at Peter's profile out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I still can't believe he's mine. The handsomest boy of all the handsome boys is mine, all mine. "What?" he says. "Nothing," I say.

Even now, all these years later, I still read them—Conrad's letters to me when I was studying abroad in Spain. Just every once in a while, I pull them all out and sit down and read each one. I know them all by heart, but they still touch me, they still make me feel it all over again.… To think that once we were both very young, and very far apart, and still finding our way back to each other.

En la universidad, cuando las personas nos pregunten cómo nos conocimos, ¿Cómo les responderemos? La historia es: Crecimos juntos. Pero esa era más la historia con Josh. ¿Novios de preparatoria? Esa era la historia de Gen y Peter. Así que la nuestra ¿Cuál era? Supongo que diré que todo comenzó con una carta de amor.

We'll see," I say, because I want to see him make that pouty face I love so much. He makes the face, and I reach up and pat his cheeks. "You're such a baby.

Susannah wanted it to be some kind of perfect summer, where parents were still together and everything was the way it had always been. Those kind of summers don't exist anymore, I wanted to tell her.

My mom used to say not to go to college with a boyfriend, because you'll lose out on a true freshman experience." "Well, to be fair, your mom never met Peter Kavinsky.

You only get one senior year of high school, and I want you to enjoy it. You have a hot boyfriend and you got into a great school. Your birthday is coming up soon. This is the time to just be young and celebrate and enjoy each other!" "Yes, within reason, of course," Daddy says hastily.