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No one who is young is ever going to be old.

East of Eden
They did more than take our youth away. They also took away the men we were going to be.

House of Meetings
Being beautiful in itself, youth needs no transfiguration: in its abundance of strong life it is drawn to the tragic, and is happy to let melancholy suck sweetly from its still inexperienced bloom, and the very same phenomenon accounts for the readiness of young people to face danger and reach out a fraternal hand to all spiritual suffering.
Some are young people who don't know who they are, what they can be or even want to be. They are afraid, but they don't know of what. They are angry, but they don't know at whom. They are rejected and they don't know why. All they want is to be somebody.

Pathways To Perfection: Discourses Of Thomas S. Monson
Youth need less critics and more models.
That is what I like; that is what a young man ought to be. Whatever be his pursuits, his eagerness in them should know no moderation, and leave him no sense of fatigue.

Sense And Sensibility
There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.

Sense And Sensibility
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Orlando
I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be.

A Moveable Feast
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

A Moveable Feast
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