Youth

My grandkids say, 'Reality Bites.' O.K., but it also challenges and rewards...I believe our best days are yet to come.

It is better to be seventy years young than forty years old!

The two things that nearly all of us have thoroughly and really been through are childhood and youth. And though we would not have them back again on any account, we feel that they are both beautiful, because we have drunk them dry.

I THOUGHT I HATED EVERYBODY, BUT WHEN I GREW UP I REALISED IT WAS JUST CHILDREN I DIDN’T LIKE.

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

 

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.

 

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

Macte nova virtute, puer, sic itur ad astra.

When I can look Life in the eyes, / Grown calm and very coldly wise, / Life will have given me the Truth, / And taken in exchange—my youth.

Let me die a youngman’s death

Time the subtle thief of youth.

Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

WHAT IS YOUTH EXCEPT A MAN OR A WOMAN BEFORE IT IS READY OR FIT TO BE SEEN?

Youth is wholly experimental.

Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.

Did ye not hear it?—No! ’twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o’er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

For ever warm and still to be enjoyed,

What is love? ’tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter. What’s to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not endure.