Quotes About Youth

Days when I came to flower serenely in Lycée gardens long ago, and read my Apuleius keenly, but spared no glance for Cicero.

Take care of your clothes when they're new, but your honour from a tender age.

Cantó el amor, y el canto suyo era tan límpido y puro como el pensar de una doncella, como los sueños de un niño, como la luna en los cielos, nocturna diosa indolente de los misterios y suspiros. Cantó el dolor y el olvido, cantó las rosas y las brumas, cantó lejanas tierras donde sus lágrimas se derramaban en la soledad; cantó asimismo marchitas flores de la vida teniendo apenas dieciocho.

Recalling former years' romances, Recalling love that time enhances, With tenderness, with not a care, Alive, at liberty once more, We drank, in mute intoxication, The breath of the indulgent night! Just as a sleepy convict might Be carried from incarceration Into a greenwood, so were we Borne to our youth by reverie.

En ook van jullie, jonge schonen, Die huiswaarts rijdt des avonds laat In koetsjes die hun driestheid tonen In onze Peterburgse straat, Wou mijn Jevgeni niets meer horen. Het feesten had hij afgezworen, Hij sloot zich op in huis, hij nam Verveeld een pen en was van plan Te schrijven - doch, hoe graag hij wilde, Nooit hield hem arbeid lang geboeid; Niets is er uit zijn pen gevloeid

Elbiseni yeniyken, namusunu gençken koru.

SORROW ASK not why with sad reflection 'Mid gayety I oft am darkened, Why ever cheerless eyes I raise, Why sweet life's dream not dear to me is; Ask not why with frigid soul I — joyous love no longer crave, And longer none I call dear: Who once has loved, not again can love; Who bliss has known, ne'er again shall know; For one brief moment to us 't is given: Of youth, of joy, of tenderness Is left alone the sadness.

E sempre o mesmo coro ressoa: Como o tempo passa e a vida voa!

O amor cativa qualquer idade, Mas, para os corações juvenis, Seus surtos são como tempestade Que varre os campos primaveris.

fruto de mis años, marchitos antes de florecer (a Piotr Aleksandrovich Pletnev)

Toasted tobacco, no additives,' I said. 'Yum. Tastes like childhood.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.

I have lost my friends, D'Artagnan said ruefully, burying his head in his hands. I have nothing left but the bitterest of recollections... Two large tears rolled down his cheeks. You are young, Athos answered. Your bitter recollections have the time requisite to change into the happiest of memories.

He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow, with black eyes, and hair as dark as the raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.

Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit; happy is he who, after facing watched its silent growth, is permitted to gather and call it his own

It is the privilege of youth to believe and hope, but old men see death more clearly.

We are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion.

You are young, replied Athos, and your bitter memories have time to change into sweet ones.

But these first needs of the heart are so imperious, these outpourings of amorous melancholy in young people are at once so sweet and so bitter, that they have often all the real marks of the passion.

The color is youth.

But there is probably nothing in the world as determined as a child with a dream

You know, it really doesn`t matter what (the media) write as long as you`ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass.

Beneath the chinaberry tree at the school, on the wide rolling clay earth scattered with fallen berries, he had thought himself homesick. But now he felt as though the place he wanted to be no longer existed in the world.