Quotes About Old

I nodded, my eyes firmly on the road. "Yeah, but it's an old one; there hasn't been anybody planted there for years.

The kings of the old time are dead; The wandering earth herself may be Only a sudden flaming word, In clanging space a moment heard, Troubling the endless reverie.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.

When we feel haunted, it is the pull of our old home we're experiencing, but a more upsetting possibility is that the past has become homeless, and we are offering it a place to inhabit in the present.

Four other old folk emerged one by one to join their brother. All five siblings wore cheap polyester clothes, and standing in a group they looked very much alike. They differed only in their heights, like the fingers of a single hand.

In the old days, the general's ribbons / & medals rainbowed across his chest, / & if he were interrogating himself, / by now, blood would be on the walls.

Somewhere in [China's] soul lurks the cunning of an old dog, and it is a cunning that is strangely impressive. What a strange old soul! What a great old soul!

One of my ambitions has been to go back to what those great authors were doing then ... to bridge that sensibility of old Victorian Gothic tales and reconstruct them in a modern way.

Death doesn't like the old. Their acrid smell, their tough skin, their gaze worn out from used-up dreams, their beaten-dog spines… Death hates that! Whatever else you can say about Death, it likes them young. Death is a dirty old man.

Even little old ladies seem to drive like demons in Germany. By comparison, when we were balked by them I felt I could have got out and walked faster.

Stu looked over his shoulder at the trailer. "She seems like a nice old lady, but jeez, that's a big dog." "Yes," said Liam. "But a small dragon.

You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!

When I mentioned my early morning waking to the old witch down the street, she explained that this is the time the "ceiling is the thinnest," the moment that the earth's creatures have the greatest access to the heavens... It is a magical time, or so she said.

The old brain can't conjure up ideas or read.

Schadenfreude is as old as the Scriptures. Believe me, when the girls in the Red Sea bowling league heard that Lot's wife had morphed into a pillar of salt, the deer-lick jokes flew.

She's an old lady from times back. Her clothes have the smell of her sheep and that rusty smell of the ancient trunk in which she keeps her things.

The city had grown larger and had changed in every way, had in fact become one of the civilized cities, bearing the contradictory characteristics of large cities in every way: in the absurd and the beautiful, and in its clamor and strange and extraordinary ways, where the new and the old merged, and where strangers, with their different customs, had multiplied, while it was in a state between opening out, disintegrating, conserving, and taking root.

Suddenly Saracen Rue looked old and tired, and Skulduggery Pleasant came into focus as what he really was – a genius, a killer, a tortured soul, and the only true dead man among them.

An old man stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He had probably been waiting for them in this exact pose. He was, quite obviously, a dick.

I was changing my head. It feels good to have the old one back on. And now I have a spare, which is nice.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Was this an old disease, and, if so, which one? If it was new, what did that say about the state of medical knowledge? And in any case, how could physicians make sense of it?

The world is shocked, or amused, by the sight of saintly old people hindering in the name of morality the removal of obvious brutalities from a legal system.