youth

The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go. He must still, to be a right man, be his mother's darling, and more, his father's pride, and more. The child is not meant to die, but to be forever fresh born.

The aspiration to save the world is a morbid phenomenon of today's youth.

The beauty of collaboration between older and younger generations is that we combine strength with wisdom__ surefire way to accomplish more for the glory of God.

Young people don't always do what they're told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment.

Don't feel bad if your youth cannot be joyful, but at least make it useful.

It's never too late to have a happy childhood.

His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.

Use your youth to do something useful or unique or ultimate.

The young man pities his elders, fearing the day he, too, will join their ranks. The elderly man pities the younger generation, well-knowing the trials and tribulations that lie ahead of them.

I find it funny when people try to brag about being younger than me...like having lived less is an accomplishment. Makes me want to pat them on the head, lol. I'm comfortable with who I am.

The young have everything but wisdom.

It is my opinion that enjoying yourself in the present and loosening your definition of time slows the aging process.

Just us fancy wise-men trying to take on the world.

That's what love is like when you're young. Like spinning, filling you with excitement and joy, losing yourself in the moment. But if you don't have a focus point to keep you stable, you lose your balance and before you know it, you're falling and you can't see who you're taking down with you because you've been too busy spinning to see what else has been going on." (Nora)

You cannot afford to gamble your youth only for fun.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

Tiny GigglesSilly giggles of laughterI store upon a shelfI give some to otherI save some for myselfI am rich beyond all measureThough not with worldly wealthI store up these treasuresFor my heart and soulful health.

Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily."I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.