#young

I was weird right from the start. It's just that you can't ever expect people to get you. And I do think that really did mess with my head, being well-known young, when you really don't know who you are. ↗

— Helena Bonham Carter

#did #ever #expect #get #head

The kids never listen to you, especially the youngest ones. ↗

— Jackie Chan

#kids #listen #never #ones #you

There's a crystallization that goes on in a poem which the young man can bring off, but which the middle-aged man can't. ↗

— John Updike

#goes #man #middle-aged #middle-aged man #off

The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . . ↗

— Chelsie Shakespeare

#desire #dreams #love #meant-to-be #past-lives

I was silent as a child, and silenced as a young woman; I am taking my lumps and bumps for being a big mouth, now, but usually from those whose opinion I don't respect. ↗

— Sandra Cisneros

#being #big #big mouth #bumps #child

I sought my father in the world of the black musician, because it contained wisdom, experience, sadness and loneliness. I was not ever interested in the music of boys. From my youngest years, I was interested in the music of men. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#black #contained #ever #experience #father

I hope that young people will also look to politics as a vehicle to not only have their voices heard, but actually to be the change makers that they want to see. They are disaffected, understandably, but I hope that young people will not only turn out to vote but also run for office. ↗

— Chelsea Clinton

#also #change #heard #hope #i

You know, this whole thing about Ricky Martin, and how successful that young man is. He's 27, I was 29. ↗

— Robert Conrad

#how #i #know #man #martin

Because I'm a young black man driving a really nice, expensive car, I sometimes get harassed when I'm rolling through a ghetto neighbourhood. ↗

— Coolio

#black #car #driving #expensive #get

My eyes moved over his face. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twisted in agony. Even writhing he was beautiful, muscles clenching and unclenching, revealing his strenght, his body's fight against its impending collapse, rendering his torture sublime. Desire to help him consumed me. I can't watch him die. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#beauty