To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
Ever since that day when I was 11 years old, and I wasn’t allowed in a photo because I wasn’t wearing a tennis skirt, I knew that I wanted to change the sport.
Change will come slowly, across generations, because old beliefs die hard even when demonstrably false.
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.
The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.
The voice I use is a very old hardware speech synthesizer made in 1986. I keep it because I have not heard a voice I like better and because I have identified with it.
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
I’m a very comfortable and happy-go-lucky old man. I never wanted to be great, because I’d just get worried.
Black people comprehend the South. We understand its weight. It has rested on our backs… I knew that my heart would break if ever I put my foot down on that soil, moist, still, with old hurts. I had to face the fear/loathing at its source or it would consume me whole.
Take my horse to the old town road and ride till I can’t no more’ basically means just running away, and everything is just gone. The horse is metaphorical for not having anything or just the little things that you do have, and it’s with you.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
I’m just happy that Jesus Christ, um, did not let me lose my teeth when I was 20 years old. ‘Cause I was wondering, like, what if you kept your baby teeth until the age of 18 or 20, and then you lose ’em? That would look pretty bad.
Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings, not count the years.
I love songs but am inhibited to have my characters burst out to express themselves through songs. I use the route of using old songs at the right places.
The tendency of old age to the body, say the physiologists, is to form bone. It is as rare as it is pleasant to meet with an old man whose opinions are not ossified.
You need some insecurity if you’re an actor. It keeps the pot boiling. I haven’t yet started to think about retiring. I was shocked when I heard about Paul Newman retiring at age 82. Most actors just fade away like old soldiers.
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.
Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don’t recognize you.
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
Bubbles are always new; you just can’t find an old bubble.
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
For an old spy and codebreaker like myself, nothing in the world happens by coincidence.
Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World.
My old drama coach used to say, ‘Don’t just do something, stand there.’ Gary Cooper wasn’t afraid to do nothing.
When I was growing up, officers in uniform were very impressive to me. They were doing a job. They were protecting our country; they were heroes. When you wear an old military jacket, there’s some sort of connection to those qualities – to being strong, to being tough, to being a warrior.
You must become an old man in good time if you wish to be an old man long.
Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.
As long as any adult thinks that he, like the parents and teachers of old, can become introspective, invoking his own youth to understand the youth before him, he is lost.
Admittedly, a homosexual can be conditioned to react sexually to a woman, or to an old boot for that matter. In fact, both homo – and heterosexual experimental subjects have been conditioned to react sexually to an old boot, and you can save a lot of money that way.
Funny is funny. I dare anyone to look at Tim Conway and Harvey Korman doing the dentist sketch, which is more than 40 years old, and not scream with laughter.
I have heard of Texas pioneers living without bread or anything made from the cereals for months without suffering, using the breast-meat of wild turkeys for bread. Of this kind, they had plenty in the good old days when life, though considered less safe, was fussed over the less.
Life in Somalia before the civil war was beautiful. When the war happened, I was 8 years old and at that stage of understanding the world in a different way.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 8 years old, but my Dad never left my life. We would go over there on weekends and he’d be playing his guitar, listening to Bobby Blue Bland and B. B. King and KBLX radio while he was out in the garage painting custom cars.
When I started studying architecture, people would say, you know, ‘Can you tell me why are all modern buildings so boring?’ Because, like, people had this idea that in the good old days, architecture had, like, ornament and little towers and spires and gargoyles, and today, it just becomes very practical.
How can justice be attained when, in the expiation of an old wrong, another wrong is to be committed? No reasonable creature would conceive of the idea of obliterating ink stains with ink, or spots of oil with oil. Only blood must be washed out with blood.
Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.
She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky’s starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.
My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.
To the old saying that man built the house but woman made of it a ‘home’ might be added the modern supplement that woman accepted cooking as a chore but man has made of it a recreation.
If Copenhagen were a person, that person would be generous, beautiful, elderly, but with a flair. A human being that has certain propensities for quarrelling, filled with imagination and with appetite for the new and with respect for the old – somebody who takes good care of things and of people.
I have never felt more confident in myself, more clear on who I am as a woman. But I am constantly thinking about my own health and making sure that I’m eating right and getting exercise and watching the aches and pains. I want to be this really fly 80-90-year old.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.
When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.
It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.
Two old Bachelors were living in one house; One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
You always hear the phrase, money doesn’t buy you happiness. But I always in the back of my mind figured a lot of money will buy you a little bit of happiness. But it’s not really true. I got a new car because the old one’s lease expired.
If you look back at old Captain America comic strips, he used to fight Nazis, you know? The American ideal is standing up and saying, ‘No, that is not the status quo, and we will not accept that.’
Marrying an old bachelor is like buying second-hand furniture.
The ground beneath you is shifting, and either you get sucked in by holding on to old ways, or you take a giant step forward by taking some risks and seeing what happens.
There is a section of people who love fast food kind of music but there is also a sizable number of people who love the good old music of the ’60s, ’70s and ’80s.
Real estate is the key cost of physical retailers. That’s why there’s the old saw: location, location, location.
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.
Old people love to give good advice; it compensates them for their inability to set a bad example.
The worship of the golden calf of old has found a new and heartless image in the cult of money and the dictatorship of an economy which is faceless and lacking any truly human goal.
My pops put me on to Jay-Z and Kanye, and my discoveries would be like Future and Kendrick Lamar. I turned my pops on to Kendrick, Young Thug. I feel my mom made me play the Isley Brothers and real, real old music.
I still love to do the old songs. I know some people don’t.
No lie ever reaches old age.
I have eclectic taste, and I love vintage style mixed with glamour and old world charm.
