Quotes About Youth

Murphy biked circles around the courthouse parking lot like an evil newspaper boy from one of her favorite movies, Better Off Dead . She and Judge Miller Abbott didn't have a great history. Since she'd hit puberty, he'd seen her through two shoplifting convictions, countless underage alcohol issues, a few streaking episodes, and the time she'd mutilated the Bob's Big Boy "Big Boy.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up

The movies I made when I was 14 or 15, I have a hard time looking at those. Those were the awkward years. I don't know if anybody can look at something they did when they were 14 and not wince.

The point is, feelings can change - and often do - abruptly. It's one of the riskiest aspects of falling for someone, especially during these tumultuous years when we're young and restless.

Think of it as a life experience," I mumbled. "Isn't your dad always saying we need more of that?" "I don't think prancing around PJ Jamieson's pool in our underwear is exactly what he had in mind.

Maybe that's another thing you learn, as you get older—the value of people who know your secrets, who understand not just your present-tense persona but the younger, more reckless, more innocent version of who you used to be.

One day you're something, so promising and full o' dares, so big the world's too small a place to hold you. Then, 'fore you know it, you're old, and you realise all them things you had in mind you'll never get to. All them doors you felt too big to fit through have already shut. Only one left open and it leads to nothing but nothing.

No hocus-pocus here. Just lots of living; it lends you some wisdom. Which I'm guessing is a trade-off for lost youth.

Inside every seventy-year-old is a thirty-five-year-old asking, 'What happened?

At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don't care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven't been thinking of us at all.

The boys had grown since I'd last seen them. I wouldn't have recognized them in a group, but I find that the older I get, the more kids just look like kids. I don't really notice them as much as I used to. On the other hand, I could have instantly picked Harry out of a lineup of similarly marked German shepherds, were there ever a need to do so. Harry was a wonderful character. The boys were just boys.

I hoped that Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey, and I - the Baby Sitters Club - would stay together for a long time.

Why would you want to spend your life with twelve-year-olds?' 'Maybe I can help them. When I was twelve, you watched me. You had a notepad just for writing down what you noticed, remember? Maybe everyone needs that kind of attention at that age. I could get a notepad.' She considers him, the dimple deep in her cheek. He thinks, She's still carrying that notepad.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

He nods. Jordan was given the series as a birthday gift and then had the idea to take the books out of the library as well, so he and his brother could read them at the same time. They lay in their bunks for hours, for several weeks on end, mowing through one book after another. Jordan would call out from the top bunk: Holy cow, Eddie, are you on page 202 yet?

And in part because there are so many kids, they run the schools like factories, or, dare I say, jails. You're put in lines, moved when the bells ring, allowed to run around in a high-fenced yard once a day. None of this is conducive to deep thinking or creativity. You start to go deep into a subject, and a bell rings to pull you out of it.

their youth and their ignorance of who they were and what they really wanted.

her size bothered them, like a piece of mail they couldn't find a mailbox for. Still, there were other young

the crap game in progress in the middle of the block, the scraps of obscene talk she heard as she passed the poolroom, the tough young boys with their caps on backward who swaggered by, were things that she saw with the eyes of an adult and reacted to from an adult's point of view. It was impossible to know how this street looked to eight-year-old Bub.

Too bad there isn't a special paint that couldn't be used on aging humans to fix them right.

It is sheer folly to try to control the destiny of another human. But you had to know that while you were young and strong, while life bubbled through you.