Quotes of: Old-lady Keyword

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.

The Oathbound

When we become more self-aware of our needs, we become better-equipped to take care of ourselves.

Old Souls: The Sages and Mystics of Our World

In the 40,000 year time scale we're all the same people. We're all equally primitive, give or take two or three thousand years here or a hundred years there.

Old Ways

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

Old Man's War

In India there’s no modernism without barbarism. Strip away the young man’s face and you’ll find an old man’s mind.

One and a Half Wife

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

Old Man's War

Especially as I was an old friend, or at least I was a person she had known for a long time, which after a certain point is almost the same thing...

Past Imperfect

You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.

Please Look After Mom

Jesus sleeps on the cross by the church door. When he wakes up, he'll be old. The air in the village will be brighter than his naked skin.

The Passport

That poem is so damned long. You'd think old Walt could have taken a line or two to tell us how to unscrew the door from its jamb.

Paper Towns

Next door I could hear the old man’s soul flap its heavy vermillion butterfly wings as the hustler shot a load down his throat.

Pumpkin Teeth

Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?

The Queen of the Damned

There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.

Quiet, Please: Dispatches From A Public Librarian

Can you imagine how your life would be if you couldn't talk?

The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy with Autism

There was something vaguely sad about the rock. It was as old as it looked, standing weathered and lonely amidst the stretch of sand, and its thoughts were quiet as it listened to the waves.

The Rock and the Bird

And what is the problem? It is the old problem of the anxious searcher - the mythic in the interior castle, the poet-pilgrim in a dark wood not sure how to proceed. Which way is the right way?

Reinventing Bach

Even when we’re old, I’ll still look at you with the same eyes. (Who else’s eyes am I going to look at you with?) My love for you is Louis Braillesque.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

How many birthdays can you fit in a shoebox? I guess that depends both on how old you are, and what size shoe you wear.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

My favorite smells are freshly baked bread, the pages of an old book, and they way my boss’ ass smells when he’s shouting at me.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

I’ll put some ice in your coffee, to cover up the fact that it was already cold and old. I do this because my love for you is slightly warmer and newer.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

Old timidity has disappeared, and is replaced by silent, quaint fun, with which his face twinkles all over, as he listens.

Tom Brown's Schooldays