Quotes About Youth

How old am I? Old enough to know it's impossible to change the thinking of fools, but young and foolish enough to keep on trying.

By the mistaken benevolence of deceased relatives both young men were placed out of reach of hunger, and so, meditating high achievements, idled their time pleasantly away, and revelled in the careless joys of a Bohemianism devoid of the sharp reasoning of adversity.

For many months he had occasional fits of recollection, both cold and hot; but the bridge of time, gradually lengthening, made those dreadful and delicious images grow more and more indistinct, till at last they all passed into that wonderland which a youth looks back upon in amazement, not knowing why this used to be a symbol of terror or that of joy.

A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.

The Fitzgeralds] rode down Fifth Avenue on the top of taxis because it was hot or dove into the fountain at Union Square or tried to undress at the Scandals, or, in sheer delight at the splendor of new York, jumped, dead sober, into the Pulitzer fountain in front of the Plaza. Fitzgerald got in fights with waiters and Zelda danced on people's dinner tables.

No one's serious at seventeen, When lindens line the promenades

Peut-on s'extasier dans la destruction, se rajeunir par la cruauté !

I am unknown; what does it matter? Poets are brothers. These lines believe; they love; they hope; and that is all. Dear Master, help me up a little. I am young. Hold out your hand to me.

Ce soir-là, . . . vous rentrez aux cafés éclatants, Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonade . . . On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

Children's laughter marks both beginning and end. This poison lingers in our veins even when we withdraw to the silence of prior discord.

When I was very young, I admired hardened criminals locked behind prison doors; I visited inns and taverns they frequented; with their eyes, I saw the blue sky and the blossoming work of the fields; I tracked their scent through cities. They were more powerful than saints, more prudent than explorers—and they, they alone, were witnesses to glory and reason!

moja ojczyzna powstaje!... Wol? j? ogl?da? siedz?c?... [Pi?tnastoletni Arthur Rimbaud w li?cie do Georgesa Izambard z 25 sierpnia 1870]

S-o pornesc din nou pe drumurile de-aici,împov?rat de propriu-mi viciu,de viciul acesta care ÅŸi-a înfipt în mine r?d?cinile dureroase înc? de la vârsta când am început s? judec,ÅŸi care urc? spre cer,m? loveÅŸte,m? r?stoarn?,m? târ??te dup? el. Ultima inocen?? ÅŸi ultima sfial?.A fost rostit?.A nu-i oferii lumii lehamitea ÅŸi tr?irile mele.

Am încetat s? îndr?gesc plictiseala.Furiile,dezm??ul,nebunia--c?reia îi cunosc toate avânturile ÅŸi toate pr?buÅŸirile,întreaga mea povar? a fost lep?dat?.S? m?sur?m f?r? a ameÅ£i întinderea inocenÅ£ei mele.

Mille rêves en moi font de douces brûlure : Puis par instants mon cÅ"ur triste est comme un aubier Qu'ensanglante l'or jeune et sombre des coulures.

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up. I armed myself against justice. I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure's been turned over to you! (Lines 1-5)

So these—these were the Wanderings for which the youth of Vienna had yesterday sent him their thanks. Had he deserved them? He would not have been able to say. The whole sorry life that he had led now passed through his mind. Never had he felt so deeply that he was an old man, that not only the hopes, but also the disappointments lay far behind him. A dull hurt rose up in him. He put the book aside, he could not read on. He had the feeling that he had long since forgotten about himself.

The memory should be specially taxed in youth, since it is then that it is strongest and most tenacious. But in choosing the things that should be committed to memory the utmost care and forethought must be exercised; as lessons well learnt in youth are never forgotten.

What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.

Dose who love deep never grow old... Dey may die of age, but dey die young.

despite my youth I already suspected that it did no harm to keep my ears open. Just the opposite. In life, danger lies not in not knowing, but in revealing that you do: It is always good to have a sense of the music before the dance begins.