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Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings, not count the years.
I see Americans of every party, every background, every faith who believe that we are stronger together: black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American; young, old; gay, straight; men, women, folks with disabilities, all pledging allegiance under the same proud flag to this big, bold country that we love. That's what I see. That's the America I know!
Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
The young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions.
You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World.
Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend — or a meaningful day.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.
There will be days when you feel defeated, exhausted, and plain old beat-up by life's whiplash. People you love will disappoint you — and you will disappoint them. You'll probably struggle with some kind of mortal appetite. Some days it will feel as though the veil between Heaven and Earth is made of reinforced concrete.
I am a firm believer in if you can't get it the old fashioned way, you don't need it.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.
I was kind of a dark kid. I loved Halloween, and I loved vampires and the black and white old monster movies.
The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for among old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the divinity itself; and can never be erased.
We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.
It's — the working class of San Francisco and the Bay Area is being pushed out of its old neighborhoods because of the skyrocketing cost of housing, and there's no real working class left because these are jobs for engineers and managers and designers — very smart people.
I always complain because I'm old now and everything hurts.
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