Quotes About Age

Forse al vecchietto vennero delle specie di lacrime agli occhi, ma era impossibile dirlo, perché gli occhi dei vecchi piangono sempre un po'.

Men can be teenagers until well into their twenties. That is well known

Mr. J.L.B Matekoni, she asked, do you think that our souls grow as we get older? He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. Yes, he said. Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree--growing outwards. And more birds come and make their homes in these branches. And sing a bit more. He stopped and looked a little awkward. I'm talking nonsense, Mma. You're not, she said.

His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of some unexpected black hole into which the earth might be sucked, with the attendant reversal or suspension of time, in very few hours he would be waking up to a world in which he was numbered among the seven-year-olds.

And the difference was this, she mused: those who are twenty don't know what it is like to be forty, whereas those who are forty know what it is like to be twenty. It was a bit like discussing a foreign country with somebody who has never been there. They are prepared to listen, but it's not quite real for them.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

Mother was right, you know. It's an odd thing, isn't it: you never want your mother to be right, but the older you get, the more right you realise your mother was. All those things that mothers say, all those annoying things, turn out to be right.

This was loyalty of a sort which was rare in an age of self-indulgence. It was an old-fashioned virtue of the type which her philosophical colleagues extolled but could never themselves match.

But you can certainly take fifteen years off everything these days." She paused. "But you can't take height off a mountain.

This car was a Rover 90, made in 1955, and therefore very old.

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni," she asked, "do you think that our souls grow as we get older?" He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. "Yes," he said. "Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree—growing outwards. And

But then one thing you did learn with the passage of time was not to ask too many questions. That was the difference, she decided, between being twenty and being forty. That, and other things, of course.

To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it's raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.

O amor cativa qualquer idade, Mas, para os corações juvenis, Seus surtos são como tempestade Que varre os campos primaveris.

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.

It is the privilege of youth to believe and hope, but old men see death more clearly.

You are perfectly right in objecting to them [modern art], for this one great fault - that they have not yet had time to become old.

We are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion.

Ours is an undisciplined age. The old disciplines are breaking down. . . . Above all, the discipline of divine grace is derided as legalism or is entirely unknown to a generation that is largely illiterate in the Scriptures. We need the rugged strength of Christian character that can come only from discipline. V. RAYMOND EDMAN

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul. — Douglas MacArthur

Wisdom grows along with age. When we are young we feel we can conquer anything. As we age we realize it's a journey, with all its victories and defeats, sorrows and joys, that matter the most.

When it comes to age, it's all about the quality of the preservation,

Now, regardless of how she looked on the outside, inside she still felt fifty. Why did no one understand that?

Less than eight years makes you a Puma. Over eight years makes you a Cougar,