There never was an old slipper but there was an old stocking to match it.
Old friends are always new.
An old debt is better than an old grudge.
Old age is not a joy, but death is not a gain.
Old age is cruel for whores and magicians.
I will always hate war, but will be forever proud of mine.
I'm not the sort to wallow in nostalgia about the good old days.
I don't have to wait to realize the good old days.
I've got two old Volvos, two old Subarus, and an old Ford Ranger. If you've got an old car, you've gotta have at least several old cars, 'cause one's always gonna be in the garage.
Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read.
An old friend is like a saddled horse.
If youth but had the knowledge and old age the strength.
Old age is no protection against foolishness.
Old wine and friends improve with age.
Old age devours your youth.
Old age though despised, is coveted by all.
Our own place is mall perhaps, but when your old man is eaten by his own shadow, you realise that maybe in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it. Maybe that's what these pages of words...
Memory, I must suppose, if it is neglected becomes like a box room, or a lumber room in an old house, the contents jumbled about, maybe not only from neglect but also from too much haphazard searching in them, and things to boot thrown in that don't ...
Dying only means moving into a nicer house. We have only gone into the next room. We still are what we have always been. We aren’t far away. We are only on the other side of the pathway.
Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David’s answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreeme...
When I was between 2 and 3 years old, I got to know my first non-human being. The non-human was a cocker spaniel named Baba. We weren't friends, Baba and I, nor enemies. He wasn't my dog. He belonged to the people my mother worked for, and he lived i...
