Youth

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.

 

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

 

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

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.

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

One does not expect old heads on young shoulders.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind. For God’s sakegive me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

Live your life and forget your age.

A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight.

Is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence?

Zeal, n . A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Youth wrenches the scepter from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.

So different are the colors of life as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past . . . that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

The arrogance of age must submit to be taught by youth.

The deepest definition of Youth is Life as yet untouched by tragedy.

It is not possible for civilization to flow backward while there is youth in the world.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

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.

Youth is like spring, an overpraised season— delightful if it happen to be a favored one, but in practice very rarely favored and more remarkable, as a general rule, for biting east winds than genial breezes.

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

Youth is wholly experimental.