In childhood we inhabit a world of wonderful contrasts that later we often come to see as bizarre and do our best to rearrange, with everything in its 'proper' place. Unusual juxtapositions we label s...
Now is the time to become a myth.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Age
I didn't want to let women down. One of the stereotypes I see breaking is the idea of aging and older women not being beautiful.
It's never too late to have a fling For autumn is just as nice as spring And it's never too late to fall in love.
It is the fear of being as dependent as a young child while not being loved as a child is loved but merely being kept alive against one's will.
But Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But...
Grow old along with me--the best is yet to be,
The older I get, the better I was.
Old is always fifteen years from now.
Most people don't grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.
The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men's characters and tempers; for he who is of a...
She told me that the brain is built to forget things as we continue to live, that memories are meant to fade and disintegrate, that skin, so protective in the beginning because it has to be to protect...
Maturity/experience: the beguiling texture of stones subjected to years of furious seas.
Architecture is about aging well, about precision and authenticity. There is much more to the success of a building than what you can see. I'm not suggesting that gestural architecture is always super...
Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
I must be getting absent-minded. Whenever I complain that things aren't what they used to be I always forget to include myself.
First you forget names then you forget faces then you forget to pull your zipper up then you forget to pull your zipper down.
By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.
We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have moldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty interest after interest attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while...
An old man concludeth from his knowing mankind that they know him too and that maketh him very wary.