Quotes About Youth

For you have been my hope, O Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth. PSALM 71:5

I wrote "David" because it seemed to me that children, who can love a book more passionately than any grown person, got such a lot of harmless entertainment and not enough real, valuable literature.

School-age boys had begun to define their life aims in terms of the occupations, and the prestige of the occupations, that lay ahead. They were asking, 'What is my work to be?' while the girls were wondering, 'Who will my husband be?

You know, one thing I learned about actors and actresses - I mean the big stars. They can be the most ignorant people if they get caught up in it very young. Some of them are damn near illiterate. And emotionally they're like people who have grown up in the penal system. I mean, they cannot control their emotions at all.

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.

I broke with my religion in college.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

Little Girl, My Stringbean, My Lovely Woman

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything." Anne Sexton, in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass (November 28, 1958)

being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions

The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.

The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.

I am mad the way young girls are mad, with an offering, an offering.

In a dream, you are never eighty.

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.

But it's like time is sort of Ã¢â'¬Â¦ balanced. We're young for such a small fraction of our lives, and yet our youth seems to stretch on forever. Then we're old for years and years, but time flies by fastest then. So it all comes out equal in the end, don't you see.

Kids can handle a lot more than you think they can. It's when they get to be grown up that you have to start worrying.

Oscar did not know what he was supposed to be feeling right now, what all the adults behind him would be expecting him to feel. He did not even know what he was, in fact, feeling. Except, whatever it was, it was a lot. Too much. More than bodies could hold.

CHAPTER 1 Charlotte

They're not going far. You wait and see. Ten years from now they'll still be hanging around with their dirty laundry, looking for a hot meal. Kids these days don't really grow up. Have you noticed, Nash? They don't worry about the future. But surprise, the future's here, isn't it? It's all so goddamned different. We grew up so fast. We had to

Everyone has the right to live her own life, NO parent can destroy the youth and joy of their child. They use all kinds of excuses to try and cover their selfishness but if the daughter or son do take the bit in their teeth and LIVE the mother always gets on allright.

For if you no longer have a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?