Quotes About Fifty

There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again, There is a street close by forbidden to my feet, There's a mirror that's seen me for the very last time, There is a door that I have locked till the end of the world. Among the books in my library (I have them before me) There are some that I shall never open now. This summer I complete my fiftieth year; Death is gnawing at me ceaselessly.

The creation of Spoleto was a social experiment. Because I've always suffered guilt from being a Catholic, when I was in my fifties I felt a need of being needed.

A good catchword can obscure analysis for fifty years.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are and if it is good it is better than your youth.

Nobody expects to trust his body overmuch after the age of fifty.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;Here's to the widow of fifty;Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass—Drink to the lass;I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.

No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm; But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm. How often already you've had to be told, Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below. I have to be gone for a season or so.

Nobody heard the deacon cry as he swung the cleaver. Everyone from eighteen to fifty was busy with the peaceful revolutionary work of preparing supper.

Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN'T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she'd swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom's favorite—or at least it had been, a decade ago.

Was it tacky to get a cake during a hostage crisis? What was the protocol? She pictured chocolate frosting with white lettering: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOPE YOUR DAUGHTER ISN'T DEAD. But this year was her fiftieth, a year with a zero. Veronica had to do something. So on her way to the condo she'd swung by a bakery and picked up a small German chocolate cake. It was her mom's favorite—or at least it had been, a decade ago.-page 218 of The Thousand Dollar Tan Line

I told my three sons stories about germs more than fifty years ago as fanciful bedtime tales.

103 and the even more basic 2 and 515. So, 1030. A thousand and thirty. A mistake. Maybe. Or, maybe not a mistake. Reacher took fifty dollars from the machine and dug in his pocket for change and went in

You're just the romantic age," she continued- "fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty." - Hildegarde

Benjamin felt himself on the verge of a proposal--with an effort he choked back the impulse. You're just the romantic age, she continued--fifty. Twenty-five is too wordly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is--oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty.

Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two ideas - that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.

Whether or not our system of Indian management has been a success during the past ten, fifty, or hundred years is almost answered in the asking.

SUCCESS is not about HERE and NOW. you must pass the TEST OF TIME. the litmus test is FIFTY YEARS from now. SUCCESS is SUCCESSION.

Somewhere, a heavy, glass door sighs in its airlock and a woman approaching fifty sprints to get her fingers in the gap before it closes.

More likable, make Swift more likable. That's what everyone's saying; nobody cares what this character suffers. But how do you do it? It's like making oneself more likable. And at fifty, Less muses drowsily, you're as likable as you're going to get.

Everything is just a mess, Friend, be clever! Fifty years from now Other people will be alive.

a thin woman about fifty with a face like a silver hatchet.

since the Antarctic palms of the Eocene, some fifty million years ago.

I told my three sons stories about germs more than fifty years ago as fanciful bedtime tales.

I've had someone, my assistant, type for me. I've done it that way for more than 50 years because I type with one finger, although quite rapidly.