Quotes About Youth

I had good time in high school, but I don't think I learned a lot.

Maybe high school would have been a good time to have a little Dylan McKay in my life.

My parents every day said, 'Ah, it's better you go to school, it's very important for your future.' But inside myself, I said: 'I think the good way is follow the football.'

There were too many things suddenly that I didn't understand, and I didn't know what to do about it. I knew that I needed to be older, but that's not enough. You have to have some basic information that was not yet available to me.

Perhaps I had missed a great deal, reading so continually and seeing the world through the windowpanes of books. But then, maybe not. If books had made up a large part of the experience of my youth, it only meant that what I'd missed in immediacy of experience, I'd gained in variety, looking so widely into the thought…s and dreams of others, of travelers and sages, of soldiers and scholars and all the mighty dead.

The hair beneath was baby blond, the face under the grime so young; too young... yet old enough to die in war.

Every person has one particular time in his life when he is more beautiful than he is ever going to be again. For some it is at seven, for others at seventeen or seventy, and as Laura Fleischman read out loud from Shakespeare, I remember thinking that for her it was probably just then.

So ever and again young Godric's dreams well up to flood old Godric's prayers, or prayers and dreams reach God in such a snarl he has to comb the tangle out, and who knows which he counts more dear.

Las delicias de este mundo ya he gozado, Los días de mi juventud hace tanto, ¡tanto!, que se desvanecieron, Abril y Mayo y Julio están lejanos, ¡Ya nada soy, ya nada me complace!

versprecht ihr mir, Ihr Wälder meiner Jugend, wenn ich komme, die Ruhe noch einmal wieder?

Das gibt dem Menschen seine ganze Jugend, daß er Fesseln zerreißt.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young??now you are even younger.

To get up in the morning, in the fullness of youth, and open a book--now that's what I call vicious!

When one is young, one venerates and despises without that art of nuances which constitutes the best gain of life, and it is only fair that one has to pay dearly for having assaulted men and things in this manner with Yes and No. Everything is arranged so that the worst of tastes, the taste for the unconditional, should be cruelly fooled and abused until a man learns to put a little art into his feelings and rather to risk trying even what is artificial — as the real artists of life do.

The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, omnipresent and unnoticed, which protect the growth of the young mind, and guide man's interpretation of his life and struggles.

Youth is an unpleasant period; for then it is not possible or not prudent to be productive in any sense whatsoever.

The surest way of ruining a youth is to teach him to respect those who think as he does more highly than those who think differently from him.

The crowd of influences streaming on the young soul is so great, the clods of barbarism and violence flung at him so strange and overwhelming, that an assumed stupidity is his only refuge.

And he will also find the little god whom girls like best: beside the well he lies, still, with his eyes shut. Verily, in bright daylight he fell asleep, the sluggard! Did he chase after the butterflies too much?... He may cry and weep - but he is laughable even when he weeps. And with tears in his eyes he shall ask you for a dance and I myself will sing a song for his dance: a dancing and mocking song on the spirit of gravity... (p.108 - The Dancing Song)

Youth's longing misconceived inconsistency. Those whom I deemed Changed to my kin, the friends of whom I dreamed, Have aged and lost our old affinity: One has to change to stay akin to me.

Man verdirbt einen Jüngling am sichersten, wenn man ihn anleitet, den Gleichdenkenden höher zu achten, als den Andersdenkenden.

Though the favourites of the gods die young, they also live eternally in the company of gods. - Friedrich Nietzsche

That poem was not by me. It is among the things which quite overpower me; I have never been able to read it without tears coming to my eyes; it sounds like a voice for which I have been waiting and waiting since childhood. The poem is by my friend Lou... She is as shrewd as an eagle and brave as a lion, and yet still a very girlish child, who perhaps will not live long.

He fascinated because he touched on the agonal instinct of the Hellenes – he introduced a variation into the wrestling-matches among the youths and young men. Socrates was also a great erotic.