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I'm old fashioned. I don't believe in extra-marital relationships. I think people should mate for life, like pigeons or Catholics.
Sero te amavi, pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova, sero te amavi! Late have I loved you, beauty so old and so new: late have I loved you.
But I'm dying now and done for, What on earth was all the fun for? I am ill and old and terrified and tight.
Thou shalt be buried in a good old age.
Now king David was old and stricken in years; and they covered him with clothes, but he gat no heat.
And it cameto pass, when hemade mention of thearkof God, that he fell from off the seat backward by the side of the gate, and his neck brake, and he died: for he was an old man, and heavy.
Behold, thou art old, and thy sons walk not in thy ways: now make us a king to judge us like all the nations.
I have been young and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
The L hath appeared of old unto me, saying,Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
For the world hath lost his youth, and the times begin to wax old.
When thou wast young, thou girdest thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but whenthoushalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not.
Lienot oneto another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds; And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him: Where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian, Scythian, bond nor free: but Christ is all, and in all.
I have been young, and now am not too old; And I have seen the righteous forsaken, His health, his honour and his quality taken. This is not what we were formerly told.
One of the reasons why old people make so many journeys into the past isto satisfy themselves that it isstill there.
You probably know, the better class of Briton likes to send his children away to school until they're old and intelligentenoughto comehomeagain.Thenthey'retoo old and intelligent to want to.
They love the Good; they worshipTruth; They laugh uproariously in youth; (And when they get to feeling old, They up and shoot themselves, I'm told).
Dear, dead woman, with suchhair, toowhat's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith,'A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all nor be afraid!'
I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.
Dogs make you walk. Politics make you think.Only boredom makes you old.
The dead might as well speak to the living as the old to the young.
A fashion for the young? That is a pleonasm: there is no fashion for the old.
We have a saying in the House of Commons; that old ways are the safest and surest ways.
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up!
Oh gracious, why wasn't I born old and ugly?
Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.
One can always tell when one isgetting old and serious by the way that holidays seem to interfere with one's work.
I grow oldI grow old I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to bya boy, waiting for rain.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest I too awaited the expected guest. He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare, One of the low on whom assurance sits As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The chief source of economic insecurity in America used to be growing old; now it's being born into or raised in a single-parent family.
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle. But weel wat I they coudna bring Waur sounds frae hell.
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
A human being is old when he has survived long enough to name, with absolute confidence, a year, one of the next thirty, which he won't be there to see.
I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.
Cansado, sobre todo, de estar siempre conmigo, de hallarme cada d|a, cuando termina el suen o, all | , donde me encuentre, con las mismas narices y con las mismas piernas. Tired, above all, of being always with myself, of finding myself everyday, when the dream comes to an end, wherever I am, with the same old nose and with the same old legs.
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
When I grow too old to dream Your love will live in my heart.
Tell me the old, old story, Of unseen things above.
When folks git ole en strucken wid de palsy, dey mus' speck ter be laff'd at.
What we've doneinthis country inthepast fewdecades is socialize the cost of growing old and privatize the cost of childhood.
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he isgrowing old.
Young men have more virtue than old men; they have more generous sentiments in every respect.
Our tastesgreatly alter. The lad does not care for the child'srattle, and theoldmandoesnotcarefor theyoung man's whore.
There is a wicked inclination in most people to suppose anoldmandecayed inhisintellects.Ifayoungor middle- aged man, when leaving a company, does not recollect where he laid his hat, it is nothing; but if the same inattention is discovered inanold man, people will shrug up their shoulders, and say,'His memory isgoing.'
If Margaret Thatcher wins onThursday, I warn you not to be ordinary,I warnyou not to be young,I warnyou not to fall ill, I warn you not to get old.
And I'd like to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old!
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms Inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.
There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said,'It is just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen, Four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nest in my beard!'
What is conservatism? Is it not adherence to the old and tried, against the new and untried?
Denn dem Menschen ist amWiedererkennen gelegen; er m o« chte das Alte im Neuen wiederfinden und das Typische im Individuellen. For man always searches for recognition: he would like to find the old in the new and the ordinary in the individual.
Thus you see, Sir, that these people are not so unpolished as we represent them.'Tis true, their magnificence is of a different taste from ours, and perhaps of a better. I am almost of opinion, they have a right notion of life. They consume it in music, gardens, wine, and delicate eating, while we are tormenting our brains with some scheme of politics, or studying some sciencetowhichwe canneverattain, or, if we do, cannot persuade other people to set that value upon it we do ourselves We die or grow old before we can reap the fruit of our labours.Considering what short-lived weak animals men are, is there any study so beneficial as the study of present pleasure?
Let Erin remember the days of Old, Ere her faithless sons betrayed her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold Which he won from her proud invader; When her kings, with standards of green unfurled, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger; Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger.
But whats the use of being old if you cant be dumb?
The oldlike childrentalk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the onlyears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!
For I spend all my time going about trying to persuade you, young and old, to make your first and chief concern not for your bodies nor for your possessions, but for the highest welfare of your souls, proclaiming as Igo,Wealth does not bring goodness, but goodness brings wealth and every other blessing, both to the individual and to the state.
Tawny are the leaves turned but they still hold, And it is harvest; what shall this land produce? A meagre hill of kernels, a runnel of juice; Declension looks from our land, it is old. Therefore let us assemble, dry, gray, spare, And mild as yellow air.
I'm just an awkward old maid with a very great affection for men.
Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy; Long be it ere thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient person of my heart.
The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake.
The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
We keep saying old people are square. Then when they aren'twe don't like it!
As an old soldier I admit the cowardice: it's as universal as sea sickness, and matters just as little.
The so-called new morality is too often the old immorality condoned.
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king.
And she, being old, fed from a mashed plate as an old mare might droop across a fence to the dull pastures of her ignorance. Her husband held her upright while he prayed to God who is all-forgiving to send down some angel somewhere who might land perhaps in his foreign wings among the gradual crops. She munched, half dead, blindly searching the spoon.
Shall I tell you the signs of a New Age coming? It is a sound of drubbing and sobbing Of people crying,We are old, we are old And the sun isgoing down and becoming cold.
I am putting old heads on your young shouldersall my pupils are the cre' me de la cre' me.
His iron coat all overgrown with rust, Was underneath envelope' d with gold, Whose glistering gloss darkened with filthy dust, Well yet appeare' d, to have been of old A work of rich entail, and curious mold, Woven with antics and wild imagery.
In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.
If you're going to get old, you might as well get as old as you can get.
Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
Every man desires to live long; but no manwould be old.
Be she barren, be she old, Be she slut, or be she scold, Eat my oysters, and lie near her, She'll be fruitful, never fear her.
There lies the port; the vessel, puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheadsyou and I are old: Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows: for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides: and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and hearth: that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
A sight to make an old man young.
But we grow old, Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year isgoing, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Let us make this country safe to work in. Let us make this a country safe to walk in. Let us make it a country safe to grow up in. Let us make it a country safe to grow old in.
You're never too old to play Saint Joan; you're only too young.
Hope I die before I get old.
You can be young without money but you can't be old without it.
Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness:
When you are old and greyand full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly how Love fled And paced among the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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