Penny Lane: How old are you? William Miller: Eighteen. Penny Lane: Me too! How old are we really? William Miller: Seventeen. Penny Lane: Me too! William Miller: Actually, I'm sixteen. Penny Lane: Me too. Isn't it funny? The truth just sounds differen...
Richard Vernon: You think about this: when you get old, these kids - when *I* get old - they're going to be running the country. Carl: Yeah. Richard Vernon: Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, t...
Everyday, in our quest to grab the new, the trendy, the coolest stuff, we forget to use the old and our daily lives become stuck in the vicious cycle, chasing after stuff without working the old. Today, pause, slow down, take time, revisit those less...
...how time packs new years over the old ones but how those old years are still in there, like the earliest, tightest rings centering a tree, the most hidden, enclosed in darkness and shielded from weather. But then a saw screams in and the tree topp...
Friendship lasts but for a day, business connections forever.
Dancing at the carnival, baptizing on All Saints Day.
Consider each day of your life to be the best.
The day cuts off the promise of the night.
Day will not break thanks to the cackling of the chicken.
Tomorrow is the day that idlers get busy.
A fair day in winter is the mother of a storm.
A friendly word is like a spring day.
A day without bread lasts long.
Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
An hour of pain is as long as a day of pleasure.
Fish and guests smell in three days.
No wonder lasts over three days.
There are only twenty-four hours in the day.
A guest for a day is welcome the whole year.
Me dad planted that tree,’ she said absently, pointing out through the old cracked window. The great beech filled at least half the sky and shook shadows all over the house. Its roots clutched the slope like a giant hand, holding the hill in place....
