Youthfulness Quotes

“You can only appreciate nature by feeling and seeing it with the heart and the eyes of a child.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Constant consciousness of old age's frailties really makes me appreciate youth. It's so interesting that we evolved to respond with automatic care to the young... while old age repels, makes us afraid of our own mortality.”
― Lucy Knisley, Displacement: A Travelogue

“the blood in my body drives me insane”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“If you misuse your youth, you get misery when you are old.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Oh, I know you think the corals too young for me. You have not worn them since you left off dotted muslins. You insist upon growing old. I insist upon remaining young.”
― Mary Wilkins Freeman, Complete Collection of Mary Wilkins Freeman (Annotated): Collection Includes An Alabaster Box, The Adventures of Ann, The Butterfly House, The Debtor, The Givers, And More

“We all have our beauty issues, and as we age, we take on more… battle scars, stretch marks, crow’s-feet, and laugh lines are all badges of honor, the beautiful patina of a fully lived life. There is nothing wrong with having any feature if it doesn’t bother you.”
― Anthony Youn, The Age Fix: A Leading Plastic Surgeon Reveals How to Really Look 10 Years Younger

“two spears have glided,
and our souls collided
in mine, you confided
and my blackened mind
was enlightened”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“take me to your mountain, and let us fly past the sky”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“the sides of the road turned into wet paint.
the colors were no longer so faint.

his words a brush
and we were in no rush.”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“youth in love,
even when your ears ring,
tie your shoes under the moon
before the sun can touch the strings.”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“in here/ everyone must be / something other than human”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“The monkeys sit on soft rocks
Until a scream is released from their clocks
They stare into an abyss
Post photos of a lunar eclipse
Soul-filling moments
Consistently missed”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“the human in me
doesn’t belong to this society”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“role models are only role models
when they’re not your friend.”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“his eyes stare at her lips
like they're the only source of water”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“we aren't even real
and neither are the drugs
so before this world ends
lets go have some fun”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“born into this black universe
a rare phenomenon
here you are, what have you seen?
is this all that life can be?”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“I watch the figure reach the peak
Head in clouds, no room to think
He gave the world a blissful wink
Took a drink, destroyed the peace
We watched the ships explode then sink
On cardboard screens, the blood-shed pink.

This is the way we choose to run things.”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“love is a broken boomerang”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“your tongue touches me
and a sharpened knife
twists my insides sideways”
― Kelsey Webb, Sapling: The Beginner's Guide to the Art of Modern Poetry

“Isn’t what being young is about? Believing secretly that you would be the one person in the history of man who would live forever.”
― Cameron Crowe

“Infuse a zest for
learning Pack in curiosity
stuff my bowl with painted
thoughts kind words with stories
that zoom right through to
the heart of Spirit of
learning never depart”
― Aldyth M. Irvine-Harrison, From a Strident World of Soft Prevailing Things: Poems About Our Human, Animal and Vegetal Environment

“Antigone," he told the dark-haired woman, "I'd like you to meet Flavia de Luce."

I knew for a fact that she was going to say, "Oh, yes, my husband has mentioned you," and she would say it with that little smirk that tells you so much about the amused conversation that had followed.

"I'm so pleased to meet you, Flavia," she said, putting out the most beautiful hand in the world and giving me a good solid shake, "and to find that you share my love of marionettes."

If she'd told me to "fetch" I would have done it.

"I love your name," I managed.

"Do you? My father was Greek and my mother Italian. She was a ballet teacher and he was a fishmonger, so I grew up dancing in the streets of Billingsgate."

With her dark hair and sea green eyes, she was the image of Botticelli's Flora, whose features adorned the back of a hand mirror at Buckshaw that Father had once given to Harriet.”
― Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

“Admire the strength of youthfulness, use your energy to purse your ambitions.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Admire the strength of youthfulness, use your energy to pursue your ambitions.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“i hope this street carries us for miles.”
― Kelsey Webb

“THE YOUTH IN MY LAND
Citizens, brethrens, go to school on a daily, a number of them on a muddy road, bare footed on a scorching sunshine with an undying hope of a better tomorrow..
Every one well convinced by the education system that there is a wage for the daily walk, Self torture is the process one has to go through in my homeland..
The only key to success is education they all say..
They used to say, They say..
For the few that fend their way out come up with the deep developed thirst for the dreamt life..
Only to be asked later on what's your name?..
Who sent you?
These questions become the last password to the highly dreamt world..
It takes great courage for one to get the answers for the seemingly little questions.
Millions of the youth shy away in desperation back to their roots..
The dreamt life becomes the dreaded one..
They were taught that one day they Will walk on to the streets of the world as kings...
Adorable kings..
They have to..
They have to find a life on the streets...
They can't go back to the same life they despised..
They are now so full with hope..

They meet a number of alikes.. All seated wondering what next, how to sleep like kings they were trained to be..
Of course in the deserted ends of the town..
They are in hiding.. Hiding from the expectant world..
Not in pride but shame
To live in shame is soaring and they need comfort..
They pass time by taking a puff... Not a mere puff but of the unknown substance...
To find homage..
They are in numbers remember so frightened..

As times go on...
Hope is gone..
But each day on its own
They are the youth of my country


I suppose I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon desperacy, who are frightened of life, who are desperate to reach out to their dreams. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really...
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be along process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time...
Just keep the hopes alive, time matters..
BY DERRICK BARARA”
― Derrick Barara

“There are many ways by which God can make us feel lonely and lead us to a consciousness of ourselves. With me it was in this way: it was like a bad dream, in which I saw myself ostracized, foul and clammy, creeping restlessly and painfully over broken beer glasses, down an abominably unclean road. There are such dreams, when you imagine you have set out to find a beautiful princess, but you stick in stinking back streets full of rubbish and dirty puddles. So it was with me. In this scarcely refined way I was destined to become lonely and to put between myself and my childhood a locked door of Eden over against which stood merciless sentinels on guard in beaming rays of light. It was a beginning, an awakening of that homesickness, that longing to return to my true self.”
― Herman Hesse, Demian / La leyenda del rey indio

“Mrs Armstid does not rattle the stove now, though her back is still toward the younger woman. Then she turns. They look at one another, suddenly naked, watching one another; the young woman in the chair, with her neat hair and her inert hands upon her lap, and the older one beside the stove, turning motionless too, with a savage screw of gray hair at the base of her skull, and a face that might have been carved in sandstone. Then the younger one speaks.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“To be young and alive was a glorious thing. When you possessed it, you were likely unable to fully comprehend that it was a marvel and a gift, no matter your circumstances.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Book of Magic