The way prices are rising, the good old days are last week.
What the old ones sing, the young ones whistle.
Old age and poverty are wounds that can't be healed.
Old age cures us of our youth.
Old age does not announce itself.
Dying while young is a boon in old age.
Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want without the nightmare of waking up to a total stranger...
The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.
I will never give in to old age until I become old. And I'm not old yet!
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 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.
Maybe the conference was an inversion layer of another kind, bringing me face-to-face with old friends and old places. With cancer and the Gap and the Old Man, railing about newfangled players and spicy food. Bringing me face-to-face early with death...
