I’m going to be that little old lady that’s just, like, walking around and just, like, full of energy, probably with bright red hair or something crazy.
If you see a biker chick hanging out with a group of bikers and associated with them, stay away. You’ll know right away if a biker chick is free; if she’s with someone, she’s right by his side. Getting with somebody’s old lady is a big no-no. That’s more serious than anything in that world.
I had a non-existent knowledge of Queen Victoria’s early years. Like everyone else, I thought of her as an old lady dressed in black. My mom had told me about her, though, that she had a very loving relationship with Albert, that they had lots of kids, and that he died young.
I came on to Twitter in my 50s and I sort of think that was perfect. I am just a ranting old lady really and I like it.
If I’m on a bus and an old lady gets on, I get up.
The grand old lady of bluegrass? Well, wouldn’t that be a wonderful title to have? I hope I do enough to earn it some day.
I want to be an old lady, with my cane, shouting, ‘Action!’ and ‘Cut!’
I had my fortune told once at the Great Wall of China. A withered old lady told my fortune – but it was probably one of these things that are set up to rip off tourists. She told me a couple of vague things that came true, but she was probably just lucky. I would never do it again.
I want to work endlessly and tirelessly until I’m an old, old lady.
I have wonderful friends. I’m not just a lonely old lady.
Once this old lady saw me in airport and just kept smiling at me, and after much hesitation, she came and asked me, ‘Are you Ram? Can I touch your hair? Is it real?’ and I happily obliged.
I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.
Somebody said I sound like an old lady, and I was really insulted by that. I’m trying to sound like Skip James and Smokey Robinson and Marvin Gaye.
What would anyone want to write about me for? I’m just an old lady.
I was obsessed with vintage stuff, I was obsessed with sort of the old lady floral patterns and like Paisley stuff.
My grandfather died when I was 12, but I remember the sorrow of my mother. Even now, she’s an old lady, but when she speaks about her father, she looks young. A love like that is undefeated, you know?
What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.
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