The number of people my age, younger now, a whole generation younger, who are fiercely bright, over-educated, under-employed and who are politicised and purposeless really upsets me. It's soul-destroying.
I see the whole concept of Generation X implies that everyone has lost hope.
Young people all over the world are very frustrated. They are very disillusioned. Many of them are turning their backs on religion. They are walking away from the faith of their parents, and most of this is because religion has failed them.
That is what you are. That's what you all are...All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled in them, and each time they come into contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded.
What an exciting age it is we live in With all this talk about the hope of youth And nothing made of youth.
Gertrude Stein did us the most harm when she said, 'You're all a lost generation.' That got around to certain people and we all said, 'Whee! We're lost.
It's kind of depressing, if you think about it. I mean, me being so young, and yet so cynical and suspicious.
One of the saddest things in the world is to see a cynical young person.
Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is / I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses.
Yes, that's the way they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? That is long ago. We are old folk.
Man they treat me like a legend, am I really this cold? I’m really too young to be feeling this old.
I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.
When I left Carlisle United for the first time at the age of 16 in 2000, I hated football.
All innocent mechanisms are muddied up with experience. Children become less and less translucent. Layers of guile and suspicion grow. It's the law of paternal disenchantments.
