Quotes About Youth

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies." I had watched Grandma O'Malley, a proud and simple woman, shrink and wrinkle and turn white over the years. But we expect that of our grandparents. Not our parents. For some reason, we think our parents will never grow old, perhaps because when they do, we are forced to acknowledge that we will one day grow old, and we face our own mortality.

we used to take the boys to," Kins said. Two couples sat waiting. Tracy had also read that parents

There is a terrible war coming, and these young men who have never seen war cannot wait for it to happen, but I tell you, I wish that I owned every slave in the South, for I would free them all to avoid this war.

This world demands the qualities of youth: not a time of life but a state of mind, a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.

Young warriors are always eager for battle. Old warriors know better.

del distrito de Tofah en Gaza en 1993, el canal de noticias CNN mostró una cinta con imágenes de unos jóvenes lanzando piedras a las tropas israelíes. No obstante, el comentario de la CNN decía que aquellos jóvenes «protestaban por el proceso de paz».

It is not that you know nothing about war, young man. It is that you have learnt one thing. And war is many things.

I go to school the youth to learn the future.

I never dared to be radical when youngFor fear it would make me conservative when old.

Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold.Dread fifty above more than fifty below.

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

When you are young, and beautiful, you can be very cruel.

Por qué dolía tanto recordar la inocencia de la infancia cuando una se hacía mayor?

with his old pal Christopher sliding his hand between young men's legs at the office. Turns out it's serious stuff when some hairy old convict tries it, but harmless frolics for public schoolboys.

The squashy earth-colored sofas, the tall cups of American froth, the wholesome young people working with quiet efficiency

The drugged, drunk, long-haired and beautiful Josh Blay would have been precisely the kind of young man Leda found most attractive; another reason for Strike's usual antipathy for the type.

His own habits of self-discipline, and his preference for cleanliness and order over squalor and chaos, had been forged largely in reaction to his mother's lifestyle. Strike had spent too many hours of his youth enduring the tedium of the perennially stoned to find either pleasure or excitement in the haze of drink, drugs and rock music that had been Leda's natural habitat.

There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.

His father's a raging alcoholic and his friends – well, people of that age, they're all scared of what's happened, I think. Anyway, the doctors want him kept quiet just now.

She had spent no inconsiderable part of her temping career trying to rebuff and avoid such men, all of whom saw lubricious invitations in the merest pleasantry, and for whom youth and inexperience were an irresistible temptation.

She thought of the day that Matthew had asked her out for the very first time and remembered walking home from school, her insides on fire with excitement and pride. She remembered Sarah Shadlock giggling, leaning against him in a pub in Bath, and Matthew frowning slightly and pulling away. She thought of Strike and Elin . . . what have they got to do with anything?

Children remember staying up late. Grownups think about getting up early

When you're young, and you head out to wonderful, everything is fresh and bright as a brand- new penny, but before you get to wonderful you're going to have to pass through all right. And when you get to all right, stop and take a good, long look, because that may be as far as you're ever going to go.

Why is it that, as we lose our loveliness, the sheen of youth, we lose possibility as well? We acquire, but more is vanished than is given, and nothing makes up for the loss of the swallows at the Sherry, or the Victoria diamond, or the nights at Area when your booted feet ground the glass phials of amyl nitrate into the dance floor.