Quotes About Youth

I remember that we are all young, and I feel youngness in me, that I can keep trying. You can try a hundred things in your life, and if nothing in those hundred makes you satisfied, you can still go on trying.

You can lead a boy to college but you can't make him think.

Never get married in college it's hard to get a start if a prospective employer finds you've already made one mistake.

Young women with ambitions should be very crafty and cautious, lest mayhap they be caught in the soft, silken mesh of a happy marriage, and go down to oblivion, dead to the world.

Your happiness and excellence as men depend greatly upon the use you make of your time while you are boys, for now you are building, habit by habit and thought by thought, the characters which you will have when you are men.

We have successfully grappled with some giant evils and have slain them, but others to meet and conquer them is a question still. It depends upon the boys if today to answer that. It is upon their shoulders that the burden will fall, and they are ones to whom the fight is coming.

In the woods the bluebells seem Like a blue and magic dream, Blue water, light and air Flow among them there. But the eager girl who pulls Bluebells up in basketfuls When she gets them home will find The magic left behind.

And some young country miss Giving her lad a kiss, Quite certain that the olden times were not so good as this.

Probably the happiest period in life most frequently is in middle age, when the eager passions of youth are cooled, and the infirmities of age not yet begun as we see that the shadows, which are at morning and evening so large, almost entirely disappear at midday.

Today is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again.

I am convinced that every effort must be made in childhood to teach the young to use their own minds. For one thing is sure: If they don't make up their minds, someone will do it for them.

I wish with all my heart that every child could be so imbued with a sense of the adventure of life that each change, each readjustment, each surprise--good or bad--that came along would be welcomed as part of the whole enthralling experience.

I say to the young: Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security unless you can live bravely, excitingly, imaginatively.

We have to make these young people (of the Depression) feel that they are necessary. (They should be given) "certain things for which youth craves – the chance for self-sacrifice for an ideal.

Nearly every one of us, at some time or other, thinks what a great waste and pity it is that the older generation cannot teach the younger generation, cannot share their experiences, cannot save the young their mistakes; that each human being has to learn by his own experience and his own mistakes. And yet it is possible that this is the best way.

Perhaps the older generation is often to blame with its cautious warning: "Take a job that will give you security, not adventure." But I say to the young: "Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security unless you can live bravely, excitingly, imaginatively; unless you can choose a challenge instead of a competence.

If the child's curiosity is not fed, if his questions are not answered, he will stop asking questions. And then, by the time he is in his middle twenties, he will stop wondering about all the mysteries of his world. His curiosity will be dead.

Given half a chance, the young, I think, can be trusted not only to accept political responsibility, but to welcome it, for with each effort to shoulder a burden comes strength, and with strength comes confidence. With confidence enough, a nation is invincible. No man is defeated without until he has first been defeated within.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.

We were twelve years old, but we walked along the hot streets of the neighborhood, amid the dust and flies that the occasional old trucks stirred up as they passed, like two old ladies taking the measure of lives of disappointment, clinging tightly to each other. No one understood us, only we two—I thought—understood one another.

Then she added a sentence I will always remember: "the beauty of mind Cerullo had from childhood never found an outlet, Greco, it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and will be as if she never had it.

Lila appeared in my life in first grade and immediately impressed me because she was very bad.

de pequeña sabía que nos moríamos, siempre lo he sabido, pero nunca pensé que fuera a pasarme a mí, y ahora tampoco termino de creérmelo.

I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighborhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, or with broad behinds, swollen ankles, heavy chests, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts and wanted to be picked up. And, good God, they were ten, at most twenty years older than me. Yet