Quotes About Youth

Y sigo pensando que, a pesar de haber vivido ya tantos veranos, aquél fue el más fabuloso de todos.

Porque, en su intensa vida yo debía de ser una de las pocas cosas estables, el idiota fiel y enamorado, siempre allí, esperando la llamada para hacer sentir al ama que era todavía lo que sin duda ya estaba dejando de ser, lo que pronto no sería más: joven, bella, amada, codiciable.

Ya se sentía bastante jodido aquí, niño, allá ese día además de jodido se había sentido viejísimo.

Roger reached the conclusion that the hero of his childhood and youth was one of the most unscrupulous villains the West had excreted onto the continent of Africa.

This way of 'choosing to be an an artist' seems lost for ever to today's impatient and cynical youth, who dream of seizing glory any way they ca, even if to reach it they must climb a mountain of pachydermatous shit.

la educación era indispensable y debía ser financiada

Ik zei dat ze gekwetst was omdat ik had ontdekt dat ze ondanks al haar terughoudendheid, grofheden en beledigingen wel degelijk iets voor me voelde. (...) 'Denk je dat? Dat zul je nog wel merken dat dat niet zo is, knulletje.

Juventud, cuyo recuerdo desespera!

Por esa razón es tan importante, para el liberalismo, ofrecer a todos los jóvenes un sistema educativo de alto nivel que asegure en cada generación un punto de partida común, que permita luego las legítimas diferencias de ingreso de acuerdo al talento, al esfuerzo y al servicio que cada ciudadano presta a la comunidad.

Lo que guardo en la memoria de esos años son los autores que descubrí, los libros queridos que leí con esa voracidad con que uno se envicia de literatura a los dieciocho años!

suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.

Grab the work when it comes, my man. Your competition is now a fourteen-year-old in pajamas with the username Truth-ninja-12 who believes fact-checking a story is reading his subject's Twitter feed. Be afraid.

Sadly, American teenagers are to a weightless vacuum as seat cushions are to polyurethane foam -

the Boston Tea Party was the work of 1777-era frat boys)

One of my pet peeves was when an adult imagined they had to encapsulate Life for you, hand you Life in a jar, in an eyedropper, in a penguin paperweight full of snow-A Collector's Dream.

We were freshman, taking her film class, and we'd spend hours after school sitting in her classroom talking about any old thing—life, sex, Forrest Gump.

He was, after all, Darrow's rock star, its heartthrob-musical-genius-Shakespeare, the boy who made spontaneous rapping, poetry, and wearing tweed caps cool (all small miracles unto themselves)—the kid everyone loved, longed for, yet simultaneously wished dead. He had it. An energy force field.

Maybe she was really good at improv. I couldn't be certain she was nineteen or that her name really was Nora Halliday. Maybe she was like one of those sweaters with an innocent little thread hanging off of it: One pull, the whole thing unraveled.

With this first cigarette, I kissed childhood goodbye. Now I was a grown-up.

My father was not a hero, my mother wanted to kill people…. so I went out to play in the street.

As for me, I sealed my act of rebellion against my mother's dictatorship by smoking the cigarette I'd stolen from my uncle two weeks earlier. Kofff! Kofff! Kofff!!! It was awful. But this was not the moment to give in. With this first cigarette, I kissed childhood goodbye. Now I was a grown-up.

The Key to Paradise was for poor people. Thousands of young kids, promised a better life, exploded on the minefields with their keys around their necks.

You don't grow up, you grow old.

There are people who say we should make room for younger bands. That's not the way it works. They can make their own room.