No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.
Decision-making is a skill. Wisdom is a leadership trait.
Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.
Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse.
...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.
Looking is the nature of wisdom.
With wisdom comes responsibility. Somewhere along the way, I misplaced both.
The voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.
Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.
The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.
Those who improve with age embrace the power of personal growth and personal achievement and begin to replace youth with wisdom, innocence with understanding, and lack of purpose with self-actualization.
The advantage of age is that you swap youth for wisdom. You're so full of insecurities when you're young. 'Who am I? What do I have to do for people to like me?' You get caught up in things. You get very emotional about things.
I think it's nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is wonderful: the wisdom, the acceptance and the peace of mind. It's a fair exchange.
With age comes a greater wisdom, an ease and comfort with oneself.
Much of the wisdom of one age, is the folly of the next.
Never say never, but the thought of electively cutting oneself is beyond my grasp, and I also object to it politically. Denying the lines on our faces makes a comment about age and wisdom I don't care to make.
Age does not bring you wisdom, age brings you wrinkles.
Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.
I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.
