Quotes About Mellowed

By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself.

Oh! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind: When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the throne of heaven, the heart Is mellow'd, and the shadows that becloud Our state of darken'd being, glide away;...

I've mellowed quite quickly.

No matter how you disguise this trite bullshit, it's my life, Jeff. Penned in an awkward manner. It's things I didn't want to see in black-and-white print. You're lucky after three hundred years that I've mellowed. In my human days, I'd have slit your throat, pulled your tongue through the opening, and left you tied to a tree for the wolves to eat. (Rafael)

He glanced at Ken. Why the hell does a women complete a family? Ken shrugged and exchanged a small smile with him. I don't know, but let's keep her. She's mellowed you out, and I didn't think that was possible. I've always been mellow.

But I've mellowed over time, which is what all wine drunks and dope smokers say when trying to justify why they quit trying.

Taxation, for example, is eternally lively; it concerns nine-tenths of us more directly than either smallpox or golf, and has just as much drama in it; moreover, it has been mellowed and made gay by as many gaudy, preposterous theories.

I softened in my old age.

I think the only time I show my emotions and anger is on the cricket field; otherwise, I've mellowed down. And with age, I think, with age you always end up mellowing down.

How many things by season season'd are, To their right praise and true perfection!

After my marriage, I mellowed down a little as I stopped bargaining with vegetable vendors on streets, but otherwise I am Monisha in real life.

My views naturally have mellowed. Most of the critics have been more or less nice to me.

I mellowed out; my daughter mellowed me out, and I don't get mad at anyone.

The martinis came, not in little glasses but big as bird baths with twists of lemon peel. The first taste bit like a vampire bat, made its little anesthesia, and after that the drink mellowed and toward the bottom turned downright good.

It was a pleasure to watch them eating jalebis, always entreating the other to eat some more—the beauty of love that had mellowed in the evening of life.

A typical indication that the critic has mellowed into being functional is that it speaks to us in a kind and helpful voice. It reminds us dispassionately to adjust our behavior when we can and ought to be doing something better.