Quotes About Youth

This isn't how sickness was in childhood. A postponement. An excuse to grow up.

The trees which you planted as a child Have long since grown too heavy; you do not deceive them. But the winds ... but the spaces ... Raise no monument. For it is the roses Which salute Him year by year with their petals. This, you see, is Orpheus

You are so young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue.

You are so young; you stand before beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question.

that young man, like the son of a neck and a nun

Childhood is a land entirely independent of everything. The only land where kings exist. (Letters on Life)

To love is also good, for love is hard. Love between one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, do not yet know how to love:

He can't take it all in, dazed from early death. But their looking flashes an owl from behind the rim of the crown. And brushing downwards slowly along the great cheek, the one of ripest roundness, the bird limns into the dead youth's new hearing, across a double open page, the indescribable contour. And, higher, the stars.

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves liked locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.

Amar também é bom: pois o amor é difícil. Ter amor, de uma pessoa por outra, talvez seja a coisa mais difícil que nos foi dada, a mais extrema, a derradeira prova e provação, o trabalho para o qual qualquer outro trabalho é apenas uma preparação. Por isso as pessoas jovens, iniciantes em tudo, ainda não podem amar: precisam aprender o amor.

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Mädchen, Dichter sind, die von euch lernen das zu sagen, was ihr einsam seid; und sie lernen leben an euch Fernen, wie die Abende an großen Sternen sich gewöhnen an die Ewigkeit.

As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath- no: as one presses it against a wound out of which the whole of life, in a single gush, wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you turn red from me. How could anyone express what took place between us? We made up for everything there was never time for. I matured strangely in every impulse of unperformed youth, and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart…

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now.

You are a young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers; they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions now.

Darum können junge Menschen, die Anfänger in allem sind, die Liebe noch nicht: sie müssen sie lernen. Mit dem ganzen Wesen, mit allen Kräften, versammelt um ihr einsames, banges, aufwärts schlagendes Herz, müssen sie lieben lernen.

Boy on a Train From

the younger crowd for whom I now felt a contempt such as only a disillusioned dreamer feels for those still unaware that they dream...

A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Meek young men grow up in libraries believing it their duty to accept the views which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon have given, forgetful that Cicero, Locke and Bacon were only young men in libraries when they wrote those books.

I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

When we are young, we spend much time and pains in filling our note-books with all definitions of Religion, Love, Poetry, Politics, Art, in the hope that, in the course of a few years, we shall have condensed into our encyclopaedia the net value of all the theories at which the world has yet arrived. But year after year our tables get no completeness, and at last we discover that our curve is a parabola, whose arcs will never meet.