Quotes About Old

Hill House has an impressive list of tragedies connected with it, but then, most old houses have. People have to live and die somewhere, after all, and a house can hardly stand for eighty years without seeing some of its inhabitants die within its walls.

the houses described in Leviticus as 'leprous,' tsaraas, or Homer's phrase for the underworld: aidao domos, the house of Hades; I need not remind you, I think, that the concept of certain houses as unclean or forbidden—perhaps sacred—is as old as the mind of man.

Bit by bit they slipped back into their old strange talk. Maimonides, Yehuda Halevi's Kuzari, Philosophy, Spinoza, and other such nonsense which went in one ear and out the other.

I did have to resist the urge to open his bedroom door and check that he was all right. Old habits of motherhood die hard.

The invisible is more substantial than the visible; ?he future shapes the past; The new is more fundamental than the old.

there are no new heresies, it seems, only old ones masquerading as new.

Once upon a time there lived an old woman, called Janet Gellatley, who was suspected to be a witch, on the infallible grounds that she was very old, very ugly, very poor, and had two sons, one of whom was a poet, and the other a fool, which visitation, all the neighbourhood agreed, had come upon her for the sin of witchcraft.

Management makes a system work. It helps you do what you know how to do. Leadership builds systems or transforms old ones.

What you and I need is usually not a brand-new teaching. Brand-new truths are probably not truths. What we need are reminders about the greatness of the old truths. We need someone to say an old truth in a fresh way. Or sometimes, just to say it.

go on, go on back down into the graveyard, lie down where you think their faces are; talk back to your old bad dreams.

As I turned around, looking directly at me was what appeared to be an Indian Chief with all of the regality and trimmings with a full headdress. He was my height about 5'11" and his face was thin and worn, obviously he seemed very old, yet vaguely familiar.

She put every ounce of determination she possessed into the song, scoring it in the mode used from the old and wise to the young and foolish. It worked, but just barely.

It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, 'I will hold your hand.

He was our enemy, but as it is strange, after so many years the death of an old enemy is like the death of an old friend.

Youth is a kind of madness. The wisest young men are they who follow the good example of the old, and the most foolish old men are they who follow the bad example of the young. It

You are a virgin," Layla said, sighing. "Think of it as an unavoidable stage of life, like getting old and toothless and having to drink soup. Unfortunately, men seem to think that women are like new wine, good only before being uncorked.

No barbarian can bear to see one of his nation deviate from the old barbarous customs and usages of their tribe. Very commonly all the tribe would expect a punishment from the gods if any one of them refrained from what was old, or began what was new.

This is the age of dramatic art, when men wonder at the big characters of old, as schoolboys at the words of Aeschylus, and try to find in their own breasts the roots of those monstrous, but artistically developed impersonations.

But then the mist of battles passes away, and the sound of the daily conflict no longer hurtles in the air, and a generation arises skilled with the skill of peace, and refined with the refinement of civilization, yet still remembering the old world, still appreciating the old life, still wondering at the old men, and ready to receive, at the hand of the poet, a new telling of the old tale.

Respect is traditional; it is given not to what is proved to be good, but to what is known to be old.

In the East, in a word, we are attempting to put new wine into old bottles-to pour what we can of a civilization whose spirit is progress into the form of a civilization whose spirit is fixity, and whether we shall succeed or not is perhaps the most interesting question in an age abounding almost beyond example in questions of political interest.

Up to the age of thirty the face of a woman is a book written in a foreign tongue, which one may still translate in spite of all the feminisms of the idiom; but on passing her fortieth year a woman becomes an insoluble riddle; and if any one can see through an old woman, it is another old woman.

Human males are fascinating creatures. No matter how old they get, the little boy never goes away.

But that's ghastly old Chepstow. Drunk as a lord again!' 'If that's Chepstow he is a lord,' objected Dedham, trying to turn for a better view. 'He's entitled, you might say.