Quotes About Youth

Even to the young who look me, it is a difficult realization that they might become as pale and hard as I am.

You don't see the evidence of youth in me; it is something so far afield of the promises of youth that I've only begun to understand its agonies.

I have no one here, and then who comes but one who left such a stamp on my girlish heart that the details are as deep as the finest coin.

This is a young one, an innocent one, and I'll make the decision as to whether he survives or not.

His expression changed. He grew sad, agitated, without moving so much as a muscle and the tears come up in his eyes. How wise he seemed for his years. How strangely compassionate.

It was as if that distant bed were a stage and on the linen pillows of the little stage lay that boy, his black hair parted in the middle and curling about his ears, so that he looked now in his dream, fevered state like one of those lithe androgynous creatures of a Botticelli painting; and beside him, nestled against him, her tiny white hand stark against his flesh lay Claudia, her face buried in his neck.

His face flushed for an instant. It lost the preternatural whiteness and he seemed a young man of twenty-four-with sharply defined and beautiful features and gaunt well-modeled cheeks.

He appeared to be listening, but he said nothing. His youthful face was deceiving, but his violet eyes were truly wonderful.

No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don't you think? The young are eternally desperate," he said frankly. "And books, they offer one hope—that a whole universe might open up from between the covers

In a flash I saw the boy in the man's eyes. Only it could not be true. I could not have such luck. For the boy had beauty as bountiful as Bianca's. I did not count upon it.

The young reinvent the universe," he said. "And they give the new universe to us as their gift. But sometimes the young make terrible mistakes. The young need the wisdom of the old. The man smiled. They do and they don't, he said.

What did it show of me? A long oval face, with features that were too delicate-a nose too narrow, eyes round with round eyebrows and a full cupid's bow mouth that made me look as if I were a twelve-year-old girl. No huge eyes, no high cheekbones, no rugged jaw. Just very pretty, yes, too pretty, which is why I'd scowled for most of the photographs taken for the portrait; but the artist hadn't saved that scowl into the face.

Y el largo vuelo de regreso a casa, los alumnos en el campus, los jóvenes de mirada vidriosa, destruidos por las drogas y las ideas, que ni siquiera se fijaban en las muchachas altas y bronceadas cuyos pechos se transparentaban bajo las finas camisetas de algodón y hablaban de marihuana, sexo, revolución, los derechos de las mujeres en el mayor laboratorio social del mundo.

Well, think about it, Lestat, I'm young, I'm stupid. And I'm pretty. Look at the cameo. I'm pretty. Give me a chance.

I looked at the boy. I took up the candelabrum and I approached the bed and I looked down at him as he slept there, easy at last, breathing as though he was safe.

He considered us not worthy of his attentions, and look, how he lavished all his strength of a boy. But I must say you are a most beautiful boy.

Give me the boy I was, give me the finest green satin and ruff upon ruff of fancy lace, give me stockings and braided boots, and let my hair be clean and shining.

Never had she seemed more alive, more purely human, more utterly natural in her rosy beauty-a thing not to be despoiled.

He was a boy dying here whom few would remember except for me.

I meant I wanted only to touch you, to feel how soft you are, how eternally young.

Sueño los sueños de los jóvenes ?confesó?, o sea que siempre sueño con ser mayor, más rico, más sensato, más fuerte. Solté una risita.

I was amazed by his boldness, polite as it was. But then he was so much older than me, so used to a graceful authority, and I was painfully young. Again, in waves I felt the old love for him, the old need of him, and again it was fusing perfectly and stupidly, with my thirst.

I've been too young for too long.

You never, never ask a young man to take you anywhere, Molly. It's cheap. It sounds desperate. It sounds like you can't get a date any other way. With your height and those big breasts, you're always going to have to be careful not to look desperate. A real beauty can get away with it, maybe, but the rest of us ordinary girls have to be very, very careful not to look desperate.