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“It is strange, it is very strange, and scarcely to be accounted for, that people advanced in life, and experienced in the uncertainty of all life's things, seem to have a confidence in the future which the young do not possess. They delay, they put off without fear or apprehension; they calculate as if with certainty upon the time to come; while eager youth, on the contrary, at the very name of procrastination conjures up every difficulty and obstacle, every change and chance, not alone within the range of probability, but within the reach of fate.”

Youth And Age
Book:Agincourt : a romance / by G.P.R. James. Volume v.2 1844 [Leather Bound]
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“Non décidément je n'écrirai pas... Il ne faut pas, il faut "continuer"." C'est une lettre à moi-même. La jeune fille interrompt la survivante : "Tais-toi, tout dire, c'est mourir." Elles cohabitent dans le même corps, l'une cherche la vie, l'autre flirte encore avec la mort. Il m'a fallu du temps pour les réconcilier.”

YouthOld AgeLife ChangesYouth And AgeDifferent SelvesDifferent Stages Of LifeYoung Self And Old Self
Book:L'Amour après
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“Daylight...In my mind, the night faded. It was daytime and the neighborhood was busy. Miss Stephenie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over the azaleas. It was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk toward a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him. It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishingpole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yeard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention. It was fall and his children fought ont he sidewalk in front of Mrs. Dubose's. The boy helped his sister to her feet and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day's woe's and triymph's on their face. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and show a dog. Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him.”

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Book:To Kill a Mockingbird
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