We love Christmas presents but not Christ; Easter baskets but not crosses. We want to tell our friends with cancer that we will pray for them (we don’t) and our puddle-eyed children that their goldfish have gone to heaven (doubtful). When we lose o...
She was right: school was lonely. The eighteen and nineteen year olds didn't socialize with the younger kids, and though there were plenty of students my age and younger [...] their lives were so cloistered and their concerns so foolish and foreign-s...
When I was maybe five or six years old, a woman down the street...got flattened by a train. When I got older I realized it probably wasn't an accident. It was a late train and she was so sick and swollen with age she could barely move, so what the he...
My dear Mrs. Ali, I would hardly refer to you as old," he said. "You are in what I would call the very prime flowering of mature womanhood." It was a little grandiose but he hoped to surprise a blush. Instead she laughed out loud at him. "I have neve...
... I regularly frequent St. George';s, Hanover Square, during the genteel marriage season; and though I have never seen the bridegroom's male friends give way to tears, or the beadles and officiating clergy in any way affected, yet it is not at all ...
I am thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way that a twelve-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection has turned into that of a woman on her wedding day, righting her ve...
Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.
In the good old days when I was a senator, I was my own man.
Life is an ordeal, albeit an exciting one, but I wouldn't trade it for the good old days of poverty and obscurity.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.
I spend a lot of time thinking about this business of letting go - letting go of the children God gives to us for such a brief time before they go off on their own; letting go of old homes, old friends, old places and old dreams.
Pretty wife, old wine -- many friends.
Old bachelors and old maids are either too good or too bad.
The age of the skyscraper is gone. This is the age of the housing project. Which is always a prelude to the age of the cave.
Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle-aged person has likely learned how to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.
The best part is still ahead of me - I haven't experienced my 'good old days' yet.
I don't do nostalgia. The phrase 'the good old days' never passes my lips.
The good old days, when each idea had an owner, are gone forever.
There are three faithful friends, an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.
An old man with a torn sleeve never dishonored anyone.
