Quotes About Youth

Ho sempre pensato che fino ai diciotto anni, niente importi», disse Mary. «È vero», concordò Abe. «E dopo è uguale».

I've got one more record, she said. -Have you heard 'So Long, Letty'? I suppose you have. Honestly, you don't understand-I haven't heard a thing. Nor known, nor smelt, nor tasted, he might have added; only hot-cheeked girls in hot secret rooms. The young maidens he had known at New Haven in 1914 kissed men, saying There!, hands at the man's chest to push him away. Now there was this scarcely saved waif of disaster bringing him the essence of a continent....

Charley was twenty-six, with that faint musk of weakness hanging about him that is often mistaken for the scent of evil.

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

I'm going to start being that. I don't like being twenty-two. I hate it more than anything in the world.

Young men just don't drift coolly out of nowhere and buy a palace on Long Island.

As an endless dream it went on; the spirit of the past brooding over a new generation, the chosen youth from the muddled, unchastened world, still fed romantically on the mistakes and half-forgotten dreams of dead statesmen and poets.

They were walking through the March twilight where it was as warm as June, and the joy of youth filled his soul so that he felt he must speak. 'I think,' he said and his voice trembled, 'that if I lost faith in you I'd lose faith in God.' She looked at him with such a started face that he asked her the matter. 'Nothing,' she said slowly, 'only this: five men have said that to me before, and it frightens me.

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American — that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work or rigid sitting in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

Her fresh enthusiasm, her will to grow and learn, her endless faith in the inexhaustibility of romance, her courage and fundamental honesty--these things are not spoiled.

Drunk at 20, wrecked at 30, dead at 40. Drunk at 21, human at 31, mellow at 41, dead at 51.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4PM.

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it. You'd like

You know I'm old in some ways--in others--well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-- and I dread responsibility. I don't want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms. I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth--yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...I know myself, he cried, but that is all.

you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified—and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony. If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what's in store for me—I have to marry, that goes without saying.

The 'belle' had become the 'flirt', the 'flirt' had become the 'baby vamp'.

Don't misunderstand! Amory ad loved Rosalind as he would never love another living person. She had taken the first flush of his youth and brought from his unplumbed depth tenderness that had surprised him, gentleness and unselfishness that he had never given to another creature. He had later affairs, but of a different sort: in those he went back to that, perhaps, more typical frame of mind, in which the girl became the mirror of a mood in him.

and beware of trying to classify people too   definitely into types; you will find that all through their youth   they will persist annoyingly in jumping from class to class, and   by pasting a supercilious label on every one you meet you are   merely packing a Jack-in-the-box that will spring up and leer at   you when you begin to come into really antagonistic contact with   the world. 

A very confused, very juvenile moment of awkward backings and bumpings followed, and everyone found himself talking to the person he least desired to. Isabella manoeuvred herself and Froggy Parker, freshman at Harvard, with whom she had once played hop-scotch, to a seat on the stairs. A humorous reference to the past was all she needed. The things Isabelle could do socially with one idea were remarkable.

DoÄŸum yapal? bir saat bile olmam??t?. Tom'un nerede olduÄŸunu Tanr? bilir. Narkozdan ç?k?nca yoÄŸun bir terkedilmiÅŸlik hissi içimi kaplad? ve hastabak?c?ya k?z m? oÄŸlan m? diye sordum. K?z olduÄŸunu öÄŸrenince de, arkam? döndüm ve aÄŸlad?m pekala dedim kendime k?z olduÄŸuna sevindim. Umar?m aptal olur. Çünkü bu dünyada bir k?z için en iyisi aptal ve güzel olmak.

Mi fa piacere che sia femmina. E spero che sarà una stupida... è la cosa migliore per una bambina, a questo mondo, una bella e piccola stupida.