Old
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.
If I miss anything about the sport, it's the camaraderie of old teammates.
Indeed, the existence of class, of social hierarchy, is as old as man himself. It prevails in the jungle where strength determines hierarchy; among men, it has also been savagely the same, whereby rulers vested with power through personal combat, or through lineal heritage as in the case of royalty, ravage their subjects.
I learnt to drive at around eleven years old. In an old jeep on a field in Colorado. There were lots of ditches. I could barely see over the steering wheel.
You know, my friends, with what a brave
carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house;
favored old barren reason from my bed,
and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
There are three faithful friends — an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.
The only big things I've purchased are my dad's heart valve and a Rolls-Royce for my parents, for their anniversary. And that was only because my dad had a Lady Gaga license plate on our old car and it was making me crazy because he was getting followed everywhere, so I bought him a new car.
Fake is as old as the Eden tree.
By the time you're eighty years old you've learned everything. You only have to remember it.
I never feel lonely if I've got a book — they're like old friends. Even if you're not reading them over and over again, you know they are there. And they're part of your history. They sort of tell a story about your journey through life.
If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasent waters for our old age.
There's an old saying amongst players in football talking about your general manger and coaches, they speak with a forked tongue.
You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like — that part of the old is coming through the new.
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.
Science means constantly walking a tightrope between blind faith and curiosity; between expertise and creativity; between bias and openness; between experience and epiphany; between ambition and passion; and between arrogance and conviction — in short, between an old today and a new tomorrow.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.
It is painful to watch children trying to show off for parents who are engrossed in their cell phones. Children are nostalgic for the 'good old days' when parents used to read to them without the cell phone by their side or watch football games or Disney movies without having the BlackBerry handy.
Anyone can use these sites — companies and colleges, teachers and students, young and old all make use of networking sites to connect with people electronically to share pictures, information, course work, and common interests.
Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.
Inside every working anarchy, there's an Old Boy Network.
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