How shall I describe Youth, the time of contradictions and anomalies? The fiercest radicalisms, the most dogged conservatisms, irrepressible gayety, bitter melancholy,—all these moods are equally part of that showery spring-time of life.

God, youth is a terrible time! So much feeling and so little notion of how to handle it!

Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

Youth must be the worst time in anybody's life. Everything's happening for the first time, which means that sorrow, then, lasts forever. Later, you can see that there was something very beautiful in it. That's because you ain't got to go through it no more.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded.

I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.

What do most people mean when they say that? So young. Something innocent, something appealing, something helpless. But youth is not that! Youth is crude, youth is strong, youth is powerful — yes, and cruel! And one thing more — youth is vulnerable.

Youth is like spring, an overpraised season.

Youth is thy gift—the youth that baffles Time.

It's both ludicrous and embarrassing to recall one's youth.

The young know how truly difficult and dreadful youth can be. Their youth is wasted on everyone else, that's the horror. The young have no authority, no respect.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

Youth, n. The Period of Possibility, when Archimedes finds a fulcrum, Cassandra has a following and seven cities compete for the honor of endowing a living Homer.

It was more than sad, the eternal unteachability of youth.