Vera Brittain Quotes

Only to youth will spring be spring.

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

I love cartoons. I'm just a big kid.

Youth is still where you left it, and that's where it should stay. Anything that was worth taking on life's journey, you'll already have taken with you.

I remember once walking out hand in hand with a boy I knew, and it was summer, and suddenly before us was a field of gold. Gold as far as you could see. We knew we'd be rich forever. We filled our pockets and our hair. We were rolled in gold. We ran through the field laughing and our legs and feet were coated in yellow dust, so that we were like golden statues or golden gods. He kissed my feet, the boy I was with, and when he smiled, he had a gold tooth. It was only a field of buttercups, but we were young.

To be young was very heaven!

Through Love and through Beauty, we achieve immortality.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

You can remember times when you were a kid, when life looked too doggoned deliciously beautiful to be left alone. So you could feel like that again if you worked at it.

Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

I cherish my childish loves--the memory of that warm little nest where my affections were fledged.

The past is perpetual youth to the heart.

I feel like writing about a time when I was probably, and think all of us are, the happiest before the obligations start in.

I don't ever want to grow up. I guess I'm like Peter Pan. Grown-ups have problems. I want to stay happy.

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.