We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it. ~Author Unknown
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. ~Bob Hope
He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
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