Today there is no symbolic compensation for old age, no recognition of a specific value: wisdom, perceptiveness, experience, vision.
Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.
you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain't nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It's just a aggravation.
The truths embodied in historical stories are thus not absolute or universal, but relative to the cultural context in which they are made.
...women have done strange things; they are a far greater puzzle to the student of human nature than the sterner, less complex sex has ever been.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
You boys can keep your virgins, give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
We must be compelled to hold this doctrine to be false, and the old and new law called the Old and new Testament, to be impositions, fables and forgeries
I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.
Mmmm,' hummed Mum. 'What's it called?' 'Butch,' Dad told her. 'Butch!' Mum repeated. 'It doesn't sound like a small, docile, house-trained dog to me
Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.
He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.
The soul, they say, is divine and the flesh is iniquity. But I am a musician and I ask this - without the wood and the strings of the violin, where would the sonata find form?
I gather we're old friends." "By my standards. I daresay you measure your friends by the years you have known them, but you're wrong. Friendship is not measured in years.
Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.
Stories worked much the same way…A false note at the beginning was much more costly than one nearer the end because early errors were part of the foundation.
I love how babies look like old people. I saw a baby the other day that looked exactly like my grandpa, only taller.
Monseigneur, I have killed you! You are dead! You are dead!" You display an unseemly joy," he remarked. "I had no notion you were so bloodthirsty.
