#youth

Children are notoriously curious about everything, everything except... the things people want them to know. It then remains for us to refrain from forcing any kind of knowledge upon them, and they will be curious about everything. ↗

— Floyd Dell

#curiosity #education #youth #education

تخيلات الشباب عن الشيخوخة ضلال، تخيلات الشيخوخة عن الشباب حسرات. ↗

— نجيب محفوظ

#life #old #youth #life

Perhaps the only reason they survived, Stencil reasoned, was that they were not alone. God knew how many more there were with a hothouse sense of time, no knowledge of life, and at the mercy of Fortune. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#youthfulness #life

For the first time in my life, I said the words, “I need a drink. ↗

— Cristina Marrero

#cristy-anne #lesbian #lgbtq #love #queer-youth

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#maturity #wisdom #youth #love

She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it. ↗

— Richard J. O'Brien

#beautiful #beauty #teen #youth #age

Forget the fountain of youth, pal of mine. You can live to be a thousand, and it won't matter. Mediocrities like you deserve immortality. ↗

— Gary Shteyngart

#immortality #mediocrities #love

She is too absorbed in the difficulties of being seventeen to want to hear the confusions of forty-four. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#youth #age

The silence of the storm weighs heavily On their strained spirits: sometimes one will say Some trivial thing as though to ward away Mysterious powers, that imminently lie In wait, with the strong exorcising grace Of everyday's futility. Desire Becomes upon a sudden a crystal fire, Defined and hard: If he could kiss her face, Could kiss her hair! As if by chance, her hand Brushes on his ... Ah, can she understand? Or is she pedestalled above the touch Of his desire? He wonders: dare he seek From her that little, that infinitely much? And suddenly she kissed him on the cheek. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#youth #love

The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. ↗

— Dodie Smith

#love #wisdom #youth #love