Youth Has No Age

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The above quote resonates in my heart. "Youth has no age." The words ring so true, echoing the other axiom that you are as old as you feel.

"Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who sees the ability to see beauty never grows old."
Franz Kafka



Youth is also the time when one can take chances, run risks and do everything that one ever desired to do.

"Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other to try the manners of other nations; to hear the chimes at midnight; to see the sunrise in town and country; to be converted at a revival; to circumnavigate the metaphysics, write halting verses, run a mile to see a fire, and wait all day in the theatre to applaud Hernani."
Robert Louis Stevenson



"Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth."
Natalie Clifford Barney

There is no need to fear the phenomenon of growing old, according to the American poet, Walt Whitman.

"Youth, large, lusty, loving - Youth full of force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?"
Walt Whitman


The concept of youth is often amusingly put across by famous writers.



So, keep smiling, and stay young!


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