Quotes About Youth

Small children in uniforms sang 'our army is the best army' with evident pride, and the army goose-stepped along the main road past a platform of officers awarded medals by the kilo.

The mathematical life of a mathematician is short. Work rarely improves after the age of twenty-five or thirty. If little has been accomplished by then, little will ever be accomplished.

Podían los muchachos ser culpados por los pecados de sus progenitores? Ciertamente no eran ellos los responsables

And there are the girls—young, chocolate-skinned, ever-giggling naked girls with sleek wet bodies, rosebud nipples, long hair, coltish legs, and scarlet and purple petals folded behind their ears—who play in the white Indian Ocean surf and who run, quite without shame, along the cool wet sands on their way back home.

young orphaned Bertrand initially faltered—until the moment when, at age eleven, his older brother introduced him to the logical purity of Euclidean geometry. Suddenly mathematics, as well as a near-fanatical interest in peace, became the young man's watchwords. It was then that he began his "relentless search for knowledge," as he later described it, which seems to characterize all soi-disant polymaths, of which he was to be a prime exemplar.

Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you've lost that, you've lost everything.

What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.

She asked us to raise the curtain that was covering the window and she looked at the golden leaves of the trees. 'How lovely. I shouldn't see that from my flat!' She smiled. And both of us, my sister and I, had the same thought: it was that same smile that had dazzled us when we were little children, the radiant smile of a young woman. Where had it been between then and now?

Suddenly I was struck motionless: I was living through the first chapter of a novel in which I was the heroine; she was still almost a child, but we, too, were growing up.

Un enfant, c'est un insurgé.

Vous êtes tellement jeune! a-t-elle ajouté. On me dit ça souvent, et me sens flattée. Soudain, le mot m'a agacée. C'est un compliment ambigu qui annonce de pénibles lendemains. Garder de la vitalité, de la gaieté, de la présence d'esprit, c'est rester jeune. Donc, le lot de la vieillesse c'est de la routine, la morosité, le gâtisme. Je ne suis pas jeune, je suis bien conservée. C'est different.

There are photographs of both of us, taken at about the same time: I am eighteen, she is nearly forty. Today I could almost be her mother and the grandmother of that sad-eyed girl. I am so sorry for them – for me because I am so young and I understand nothing; for her because her future is closed and she has never understood anything.

En mi juventud se me ha dicho tanto que estaba equivocada, tener razón me ha costado tanto, que rechazo equivocarme

When I was grown up I wanted to crunch flowering almond trees, and take bites out of the the rainbow nougats of the sunset. Against the night sky of New York, the neon signs appeared to me like giant sweatmeats

What is an adult? A child puffed with age.

And there was one dream common to most young aristocrats of the time. Scions of a declining class which had once possessed concrete power, but which no longer retained any real hold on the world, they tried to revive symbolically, in the privacy of the bed chamber, the status for which they were nostalgic: that of the lone and sovereign feudal despot.

Svakoj ženi bez razlike nije dato da bude posrednik izme?u muškarca i sveta. Muškarac se ne zadovoljava samo time da u partnerki prona?e seksualne organe koje dopunjavaju njegove. Potrebno je da ona oli?ava ?udesni procvat života i da u isto vreme prikriva njegove mutne tajne. Od nje ?e, pre svega, tražiti mladost i zdravlje, jer grle?i nešto živo muškarac ne može da se o?ara ako ne zaboravi da je ?itav život ispunjen smr?u.

Cuando era niña, cuando era adolescente, los libros me salvaron de la desesperación: eso me convenció de que la cultura era el valor más alto.

She is twelve years old, and her story is written in the heavens; she will discover it day after day without shaping it; she is curious but frightened when she thinks about this life whose every step is planned in advance and toward which every day irrevocably moves her

the little girl feels that her body is escaping her, that it is no longer the clear expression of her individuality; it becomes foreign to her; and at the same moment, she is grasped by others as a thing; on the street, eyes follow her, her body is subject to comments; she would like to become invisible she is afraid of becoming flesh and afraid to show her flesh

I got the desire to write very young, at fourteen or fifteen years of age … I endured the world which was given to me sometimes with joy, often with revolt or boredom; I wanted to make it mine in order to justify it in some way. So I thought I had everything to say: the whole world, life, everything. In my youthful, adolescent diaries, at eighteen, nineteen years old, this leitmotif appears over and over: I will say everything, I have everything to say.

Manette: - Cette Jeunesse ne croit à rien. [...] Vous ne croyez pas non plus à grand-chose. [...] André est contre tous. C'est ça la faute. C'est pour ça que Philippe (son fils) a mal tourné. Il faut être pour quelque chose.