Youth
Quotes - I just want to be someone
“Confusion
is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not
that young anymore”
―
James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
“A
young outcast will often feel that there is something wrong with himself, but
as he gets older, grows more confident in who he is, he will adapt, he will
begin to feel that there is something wrong with everyone else.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“Not
much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends
of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a
man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an
endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies.
I've never been able to kill myself.”
―
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
“My
child, I know you're not a child
But
I still see you running wild
Between
those flowering trees.
Your
sparkling dreams, your silver laugh
Your
wishes to the stars above
Are just
my memories.
And
in your eyes the ocean
And
in your eyes the sea
The
waters frozen over
With
your longing to be free.
Yesterday
you'd awoken
To a
world incredibly old.
This
is the age you are broken
Or
turned into gold.
You
had to kill this child, I know.
To
break the arrows and the bow
To
shed your skin and change.
The
trees are flowering no more
There's
blood upon the tiles floor
This
place is dark and strange.
I
see you standing in the storm
Holding
the curse of youth
Each
of you with your story
Each
of you with your truth.
Some
words will never be spoken
Some
stories will never be told.
This
is the age you are broken
Or
turned into gold.
I
didn't say the world was good.
I
hoped by now you understood
Why
I could never lie.
I
didn't promise you a thing.
Don't
ask my wintervoice for spring
Just
spread your wings and fly.
Though
in the hidden garden
Down
by the green green lane
The
plant of love grows next to
The
tree of hate and pain.
So
take my tears as a token.
They'll
keep you warm in the cold.
This
is the age you are broken
Or
turned into gold.
You've
lived too long among us
To
leave without a trace
You've
lived too short to understand
A
thing about this place.
Some
of you just sit there smoking
And
some are already sold.
This
is the age you are broken
Or
turned into gold.
This
is the age you are broken or turned into gold.”
―
Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller
“I
just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…”
―
Charlotte Eriksson
“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.”
―
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
“The
ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease
and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared
the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed,
indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever
receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as
they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we
shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.”
―
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
“I
am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and
a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we
are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without
foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the
first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching
middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and
are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a
fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as
things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an
insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled
conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception
scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.”
―
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
“Youth
is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in
the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They
just want the fun of eating it all over again.”
― F.
Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“To
tell the truth is very difficult, and young people are rarely capable of it.”
―
Leo Tolstoy
“There
are very few friends that will lie down with you on empty streets in the middle
of the night, without a word. No questions, no asking why, just quietly lay
there with you, observing the stars, until you're ready to get back up on your
feet again and walk the last bit home, softly holding your hand as a quiet way
of saying “I'm here”.
It
was a beautiful night.”
―
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great
Perhaps
“There's
nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn't even
have to matter what they're laughing about.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“The
city centre was still crawling with Christmas shoppers looking to add to their
already burgeoning piles of gifts. To Scott they were like ants at a picnic,
teeming from store to store, trailing oversized carrier bags and infants behind
them as they went. Scott felt alien in this environment; pulling up his hood he
hurried through the crowds, dodging pushchairs, lit cigarettes and charity
collection tins.”
―
R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree
“No
amount of me trying to explain myself was doing any good. I didn't even know
what was going on inside of me, so how could I have explained it to them?”
―
Sierra D. Waters, Debbie.
“What
are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.
What
are brief? today and tomorrow.
What
are frail? spring blossoms and youth.
What
are deep? the ocean and truth.”
―
Christina Rossetti
“Our
lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite
songs were unwritten.”
―
Rob Sheffield, Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time
“In
beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an
opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the
fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.”
―
Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia
“To
be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the
excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.”
―
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
