Quotes About Youth

Equally unthinkable among young men of today is a truly religious renunciation of the world, adhered to with daily self-denial. On the other hand almost any theological student is capable of something far more wonderful. He could found a society with the sole object of saving all those who are lost. The age of great and good actions is past, the present is the age of anticipation when even recognition is received in advance.

Fools and young men prate about everything being possible for a man. That, however, is a great error. Spiritually speaking, everything is possible, but in the world of the finite there is much which is not possible.

For whether it be the lightly armed desire of youth which it is presumed will press forward to victory, or whether it be the mature man s determination that will fight its way through life, they both count on having a long time at their disposal. They presuppose, in the plans for their efforts, a generation or at least a number of years, and therefore they waste a great deal of time and on that account the whole thing so readily ends in delusion.

But Abraham believed, therefore he was young; for he who always hopes for the best becomes old, and he who is always prepared for the worst grows old early, but he who believes preserves an eternal youth.

What is it to be God's elect? It is to be denied in youth the wishes of youth, so as with great pains to get them fulfilled in old age.

No me gustan las jóvenes que se consideran interesantes, pues sólo se llega a serlo tras un estudio de uno mismo, igual que en lo interesante se exhibe siempre la persona del artista. Una señora que pretenda gustar por ser interesante, ha de comenzar por agradarse a sí misma. Esto no es bonito: constituye una de las desventajas que la estética puede reprochar a la coquetería

And the desire to prevent all misunderstanding about an enterprise one is about to undertake is a thing that could occur only to a youth. There is nothing that so easily gets beyond one's control and so easily becomes misunderstood, as a misunderstanding. Even if one were to undertake nothing more than merely to avoid misunderstanding – then in that case one would presumably become the most thoroughly misunderstood of all men.

the swift daring strength of his youth and the steady hand of his ripe manhood we have had, but the wisdom of his deep age is taken from us and that we will never have, spilled with the blood he shed for us! Mourn, then, mourn! For he is lost and gone and we will send him to the sky and the earth and the sea.

That boy held my heart in a way that felt molecular.

the old are destroying the young by them to die in distant fields, and in response the young are destroying themselves.

The system is corrupt, a young man on a bicycle shouted, and if it cannot be changed it must be destroyed. The mastodon revolution is here and you must all choose which side of history you want to be on.

How young he was when he made the surprisingly adult resolution to escape from the unpalatable reality of dreams into the slightly more acceptable illusions of his everyday, walking life!

Your whole picture of the world broke, he said, and you felt like you had gone mad. Yes. And I didn't even notice. Boys. They notice nothing.

He returned to Cambridge feeling, at the ripe old age of twenty, that life was passing him by.

Youth was often wretched, the struggle to become themselves tore the young to shreds, but sometimes, after the struggle, better days began.

In his thirteenth year he was old enough to play on the rocks at Scandal Point without having to be watched over by his ayah, Kasturba.

Quichotte when young had been a little short, a little chubby compared to other boys his age. Then, in late adolescence, as if an invisible divine hand had grabbed him and squeezed him in the middle like a tube of toothpaste, he shot up to his present height and became as skinny as a shadow.

You can get the boys out of the war, but you can't get the war out of the boys.

I've got tattoos, I'm subculture. Some kind of post-teen bag lady, that's me.

He met her on 26 December 1969, five days before the end of the sixties, when he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one.

Boys," I mutter tolerantly across the years to Saleem-at-twenty-four, "will be boys.

Fifteen years old! Okay, okay. In our part of the world that's not so young.

I'm too young to die. The fallacy of youth. Death had never cared about the ages of those it claimed.

As a young man he had shared a room with a painter whose paintings had grown larger and larger as he tried to get the whole of life into his art.[...]The swollen events of the night of the crescent knives reminded Nadir Khan of his room-mate, because life had once again, perversely, refused to remain life-sized.