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
Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. ~Bob Hope
Youth is a disease from which we all recover. ~Dorothy Fulheim
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
Thanks to modern medical advances such as antibiotics, nasal spray, and Diet Coke, it has become routine for people in the civilized world to pass the age of 40, sometimes more than once. ~Dave Barry, "Your Disintegrating Body," Dave Barry Turns 40, 1990
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair. ~Sam Ewing
May you live to be a hundred yearsWith one extra year to repent.~Author Unknown
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life. ~Herbert Asquith
Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed. ~Charles Schulz
Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest. ~Larry Lorenzoni
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
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Mark Twain but no evidence has yet been found for this (Thanks, Garson O'Toole!)
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