Quotes about old

The old Romans all wished to have a king over them because they had not yet tasted the sweetness of freedom.

We do not stop dreaming and producing because we grow old we grow old because we stop thinking and imaging. The spirit and mind grow stronger with time.

It is never too late or too early you are never too young or too old. You can do what you can do.

There is magic in the old and magic in the new the trick is to successfully combine the two.

To come across as younger than they are: Women buy creams that promise to slow aging men buy fast cars.

Live every single day doing something relevant single days sum up to make great ages!

Too young to care Too old to change.

The young man only looks to the future because he has lived little the old man looks to the past because he has little left to live.

Old habits for old people reinvent yourself while you still can!

I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

I'm a really huge fan of the old romantic comedies from the '30s and '40s... Huge fan. I love all that stuff.

I'm a big old romantic.

There's an old saying, this too shall pass, and change is good.

Men do not quit playing because they grow old they grow old because they quit playing.

It was that wisdom to us when it can no longer do any good

Young people must appreciate the beauty of old age. The old people were once young.

A new you can still emerge from the old you.

If only I had met Molly sooner, when it was still possible to choose one road rather than another. Before that bitch Musyne and that little turd Lola crimped my enthusiasm. But it was too late to start being young again. I didn't believe in it anymore. We grow old so quickly and, what's more, irremediably. You can tell by the way you start loving your misery in spite of yourself. Nature is stronger than we are, no two ways about it. She tries us in one particular mold, and we're never able to th

we’re too old to be young.

To have the experience I did as a child, I would have to be a physically different being, one with whom I share nearly nothing. On a cellular level, aside from the neurons of my cerebral cortex and a few other stranglers in my heart and eyes, I am not him.

It's clear that politeness to one's elders can't always be justified on the basis of the elder's superior wisdom. It's just that it's not attractive to see a young person answering an older person back.

The less respect an older person deserves the more certain he is to demand it from anyone younger.

Respect the young and chastise your elders. It's about time the world was set aright.

For me- and for everybody else, probably- this is my first experience growing old, and the emotions I'm having, too, are all first-time feelings. If it were something I'd experienced before, then I'd be able to understand it more clearly, but this is the first time, so I can't. For now all I can do is put off making any detailed judgments and accept things as they are. Just like I accept the sky, the clouds, and the river. And there's also something kind of comical about it all, something you do

I can promise you this: If you really, sincerely, genuinely want God back, He hasn't moved. He's still there, just like always, ready to bear-hug you again, just like in the old days.

If you assume that the new - and simply because it's new - is always to be better than the old, chances are you've never known anything valuable.

He has made me wary of chronological snobbery. That is, he showed me that newness is no virtue and oldness is no vice. Truth and beauty and goodness are not determined by when they exist. Nothing is inferior for being old, and nothing is valuable for being modern. This has freed me from the tyranny of novelty and opened for me the wisdom of the ages.

Live a life that will make you look back in old age at your life and grin in satisfaction.

For there comes a time in life when the pity previously reserved only for children takes on a different form, a time when we study the faces of 'old people' and sense that one day we will be just like them. And that is the moment when early childhood comes to an end.

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.

The earth is large and old enough to teach us modesty.

Spiritual love is when you see new faces as the oldest.

People live up to 75, the other is just a gift.

Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.

We were young. Everyone was young in those days. That’s the main complaint you hear from people who are getting old. You stop seeing young people. You begin to wonder if there are any left and whether there were only young people when you were young.

O: Hey youngman, you should respect me!Y: Hey oldman, you should understand me!

The young... are full of hope and discontent... And the old are those who were once discontented, but who have successfully smothered that flame and have found security and comfort in various ways.

Astride of a grave and a difficult birth.Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps.We have time to grow old.The air is full of our cries.But habit is a great deadener.At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing.Let him sleep on.

I don't see why there should be a point where everyone decides you're too old. I'm not too old, and until I decide I'm too old I'll never be too fucking old.

The problem with aging is not that it's one damn thing after another—it's every damn thing, all at once, all the time.

But now I remember, of course, I'm never going to be old.

Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.

Why--?" he jerked his thumb in the direction of the young, "when they're so lovely--"She too looked at the girl, who was fastening a flower that had come undone in the front of her frock. She smiled. She said nothing. Then half consciously she echoed his question without a meaning in her echo, "Why?"He was dashed for a moment. It seemed to him that she refused to help him. And he wanted her to help him. Why should she not take the weight off his shoulders and give him what he longed for --assura

The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon crache du feu, - Ce qui éteint ses larmes. - Quand on vit de rancune, - On naît pour être vieux.)

I am too young to be called wise and I am too old to be called young.

When you're young, you say what you feel.When you're adult, you speak what you think.When you grow old, you listen to what nature says.

You off then, Da?” she asked.“Aye. Too old for all this killing.” And to prove that, her father turned and brought his axe down on the head of a traitor that had gotten too close. Spun once more and cut off the legs of another.He faced them again. “Need to get back to my rocking chair and some hot tea.”“Clearly.

You see yourself as if old and wise.I see you really miss your childhood.

You don’t understand!” she exclaimed bitterly.“That,” said his lordship, with a touch of acidity, “is a foolish accusation which lacks even the saving grace of originality! Every generation, my child, has said, or thought, that the preceding one was devoid of understanding or experience.

I can't get it why did I name my book series, I'm talking about "The Life Of One kid". I'm talking about the last word "Kid"?? Aren't your curious I'm with British Accent and putting "Kid" the American word for child the last? I'm also curious I still don't know, I really don't know why. Child sounds like a baby maybe that's all, kid sounds like a child in aobut 7-8 years old!

…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…

Now, it’s time for me to lock up and go. Listen to me. Lock up an empty building that’s gonna be torn down. Makes no sense. Like an old man tellin’ a lie to his son from his death bed. What’s the point? Who besides yourself are you fooling?

When we are young, we want to be old and for things to change. When we are old, we want to be young and for things to go back to the way they were.

Young warriors are always eager for battle. Old warriors know better.

A long time ago I lived in Lisbon,' she said, in softly slurred Portuguese that made the name of the city Leesh-boa. 'But before that, meus neto, my tribe was in the mountains where there are only old things, like the trees and the rocks and the streams. There are truths to be learned from the old things -' She hesitated, and her brown, shrunken claw closed over Pete's hand. 'Do you know the truth, Pedrinho?'("Before I Wake...")

So... today the magic happens from 16 in 17 years old.

Ophelia,' said the boy. He said it very quietly. She didn't like the way he said that at all. He sounded sad and as though he expected more from her.'And how do you know my name anyways?' she said. 'I never told you it, not once.''I heard it once, a long time ago.'He was full of mysterious sentences like that.

I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young, with the same longing, look ahead. One man remembers what the other imagines.

The only time they ever throw anything away is when it's really and truly broken, and then they make a big deal about it. They save up all their bent pins and broken sewing needles and once a year they do a whole memorial service for them, chanting and then sticking them into a block of tofu so they will have a nice soft place to rest. Jiko says that everything has a spirit, even if it is old and useless, and we must console and honor the things that have served us well.

Worn old shoes need a good cobbler to be repaired; but worn old thoughts, only a rubbish bin!

Right from the moment of our birth, we are under the care and kindness of our parents. Later on in life, when we are oppressed by sickness and become old, we are again dependent on the kindness of others. Since we are dependent on the kindness of others at the beginning and end of our lives, then how can we neglect projecting kindness towards others in the middle of our lives, when it is our best time to share it?

We’re stars, you know. Different, distant, young and old, but we’re all made of the same stuff. We all shine just as bright as the next.

Wisdom comes through suffering or old age.

And in the past, Archie wondered, was it just that fewer people cheated? Were they more honest, and did they leave their front doors open, did they leave their kids with the neighbors, pay social calls, run up tabs with the butcher? The funny thing about getting old in a country is people always want to hear that from you. They want to hear it really was once a green and pleasant land. They need it.

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)

If you want to feel youthful...pink's your color.If you want to feel old...then it's blue rinse for you.If you want to feel sad...try a dark blue.If you want to say something cheerful...then it's yellow.If you want to say something racey...then it's red for sure.If you've lost your temper...then it's black as your heart.And if you want to be normal...well the only color which will show all of you is rainbow.

Windows 10 on both an old 2011 upgraded computer and a new 2016 computer was an excruciating experience

I've been to many beauty salons. No one gave me a certificate.

No one is born on Mt. Cleverest. We all have to travel up there!

He held out a shaky and worn hand and she met it with one of her young and inexperienced ones.

Old ones should respect the energy of youths and youths should respect the experience of old ones.

At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

Some human beings in their craftiness thought they can pretend to be good when they are actually bad.

Fate is a woman, I said to them. In fact, she is three women. Young, like us, so that they will have the courage to be cruel, having no weight of memory to teach temperance. Young, but so old, older than any stone. Their hair is silver, but full and long. Their eyes are black. But when they are at their work they become dogs, wolves, for they are hounds of death, and also hounds of joy. They take the strands of life in their jaws, and sometimes they are careful with their jagged teeth, and somet

Death is almost never timely, even for the old.

He turned to take one last look at the Old People’s Home that – until a few moments ago – he had thought would be his last residence on Earth, and then he told himself that he could die some other time, in some other place.The hundred-year-old man set off in his pee-slippers (so called because men of an advanced age rarely pee further than their shoes), first through a park and then alongside an open field where a market was occasionally held in the otherwise quiet provincial town.

Everything that is old was once new.

A clock that is moving through space at a very fast speed does not tick at the same rate as a slow-moving watch gently attached to your wrist as you stroll on a tropical beach. The idea of a universal time - a godlike clock that could somehow sit outside our universe and measure, in one go, the movement of everything in it, how its evolution unfolds, how old it is and all that - does not exist.

According to H.G. Wells, you either adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative. It is not necessary to change, after all survival is not mandatoryThis generation might seem arrogant to the older generation due to some reasons. The older generation believes an older person or someone of higher authority is always right and being sceptical is an insult, lolOur generation is full of people who are so skeptical, they wanna know why this is this and that is that, they don't just

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

I assumed that looking back reminded older guys of what they had shot at and missed, the what-ifs, the good memories, the bad, the people left behind, the people who moved on.

I have been too young to know, and I have been too old to care. It’s in that oh so narrow slice between that memories are made.

You discover you are old when your regrets replace your dreams.

I hope I never get so old I get religious.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

I've tried word processors, but I think I'm too old a dog to use one.

When I was five years old, I auditioned for the role of 'Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol.'

The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again.When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.It is your immortal in

You will always be special to someone. Unless you grow so old, everyone you knew went ahead

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

I don't know.  I don't really like old movies.  The acting is so, 'Hey buddy, ol' pal.  Let's go wear our hats and have a big misunderstanding

I have this obsession with really cool, old books.

Old folks have dreams and ambitions too, like everybody else. Don't sit on a couch someplace.

It's a funny old world.

The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines.

A man over ninety is a great comfort to all his elderly neighbours: he is a picket-guard at the extreme outpost: and the young folks of sixty and seventy feel that the enemy must get by him before he can come near their camp.

An old codger rampant and still learning.