Is there a place you can go to break away for a little while? If you haven't yet built your tree house, it's never too late to start.
My grandfather played a mandolin, so I got my hands on that. Then on down to a banjo, and I found I couldn't play any kind of soft or mournful music with that so I took up the fiddle in my late 20s or early 30s - and that was far too late. But it kee...
Follow your passion. The rest will attend to itself. If I can do it, anybody can do it. It's possible. And it's your turn. So go for it. It's never too late to become what you always wanted to be in the first place.
Jeeter?" Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. "Are you awake?" She waited. A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn't sleep. He always answered her call no matter how late it was. "...
Hell is truth known too late.
I always say I was born too late in the world, too old.
Being a late bloomer gives you a second chance at life.
The option of solicitor advocacy came on the scene a bit too late for me.
Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.
Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late.
It isn't 'Too late now', shouldn't it be 'From now on'? That is the password that will take away the regret.
Banking is a very treacherous business because you don't realize it is risky until it is too late. It is like calm waters that deliver huge storms.
Courage, my friends; 'tis not too late to build a better world.
It's not too late, I can still live my dreams.
It's too late for me to get married before I'm famous. You never know people's intentions.
Life's Tragedy is that we get old to soon and wise too late.
History has never been fair to the Armenians and it is too late to start being so now
Laugh soon because you never know how soon it will be too late
I would like to work with Jack Nicholson, before it's too late.
Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night! Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
My meeting was at 9:00 AM, and I walked in the room at 9:01. She said, “You’re late.” I stopped, my jaw open and slack, because I knew she was right. I was late—but for what? I was late for love.
