I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.
Like children all over the world, by the age of 10 I'd come to believe that most of the really humane creatures were not really human at all.
We are at a punctuation point in human history where the Industrial Age and institutions have finally come to their logical conclusion. They have essentially run out of gas.
There are now grandmothers and grandfathers coming to see us because they are of that age, they grew up in the '50s and '60s and they bring their sons and their daughters to hear the songs they heard when they were young.
The problem with middle age, at least when it comes to modeling, is you seldom see a model who is past 27, 28. If they use anyone older, then it becomes automatically a 'personality' story.
Entire generations of Americans have come of age since the ancient time when the president's power was constrained by a duty of candor to the American people.
I've yet to meet a bitter teenager. Bitterness, jealousy and jadedness, I think, are the most unattractive qualities in a person, and unfortunately they do seem to come with age.
When it comes down to it, it's about who you know, and who's a fan. It's about whether you're the right age, whether you're hot or not, whether the studio is into you or not.
Fifteen is such a weird age to be. Nobody treats you like an adult, but you desperately want to be one. You still have these childlike aspects, but you're just kind of coming into the world.
Nothing will see us through the age we're entering but high consciousness, and that comes hard. We don't have a good, modern myth yet, and we need one.
I started performing music about the age of 16. I lived in Brooklyn, New York, and this thing called the Flatbush Fair comes once a year. That was my first time on stage.
With mortal age comes the immense need for childish charms. Like a fine wine, sweetens with maturity.
Throughout history, civilizations have built a common cause through coming-of-age rituals. But we don't do that anymore. Maybe we should think about that.
What's great is that because math is such a universal language, really, our fans come in all shapes and sizes, all ages and genders and races and backgrounds and cultures.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
Think, speak, and act. With age comes self-reproach: I might have done more. Therefore now do!
Tre Age 10: Who;s dat? Doughboy, Age 10: Dat's my lady, homie. Her name is Brandi. Ricky, Age 10: Man, she ain't your woman. She my woman. Doughboy, Age 10: How can she be yo' woman when she my lady? Ricky, Age 10: She my wife. Doughboy, Age 10: She ...
It is easy to become a monk in one's old age.
Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.
Old age is a disease that you die from.
I want to be known as the 23 year-old who is foolishly in love with a Prince she can't see. I want to rejoice while holding the rose of singleness, even when my hands bleed from its thorns. I want to resist the urge to envy the pairs growing in the m...
