#young

Some tribes of birds will relieve and rear up the young and helpless, of their own and other tribes, when abandoned. ↗

— William Bartram

#birds #helpless #other #own #rear

I think art education, especially in this country, which government pretty much ignores, is so important for young people. ↗

— Mikhail Baryshnikov

#country #education #especially #government #i

All girls hit that phase where they like the bad boy. I grew out of that really young and I have a wonderful guy in my life who's not a bad boy at all. I like the satiric, consistent nice guy. ↗

— Kristen Bell

#bad boy #boy #consistent #grew #guy

When I was engaged in the struggle for my country, I was very young. My horizons were open. ↗

— Ahmed Ben Bella

#engaged #horizons #i #open #struggle

I believe implicitly that every young man in the world is fascinated with either sharks or dinosaurs. ↗

— Peter Benchley

#dinosaurs #either #every #fascinated #i

Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#paranormal #romance #ya #young-adult #fairies

All geniuses die young. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#genius #young #genius

When I was young, my ambition was to be one of the people who made a difference in this world. My hope is to leave the world a little better for having been there. ↗

— Jim Henson

#been #better #difference #having #hope

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #young-adult #ocean

Hate did not give way to heroism. ↗

— Evan Meekins

#fantasy-fiction #fiction #hate #heroism #young-adult