Birthday Wishes and Status Messages - Page 30

The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men.

You've heard of the three ages of man - youth, age, and "you are looking wonderful."

They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much.

Old age isn't so bad when you consider the alternative.

Sixteen candles make a lovely light
But not as bright as your eyes tonight

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Age is not measured by years. Nature does not equally distribute energy. Some people are born old and tired while others are going strong at seventy.

There must be a day or two in a man's life when he is the precise age for something important.

If you survive long enough, you're revered-rather like an old building.

In a dream you are never eighty.

To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.

A man is getting old when he walks around a puddle instead of through it.

The first hundred years are the hardest.

To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.

Middle age is when you still believe you'll feel better in the morning.

One compensation of old age is that it excuses you from picnics.

Old age is not for sissies.

At middle age the soul should be opening up like a rose, not closing up like a cabbage.

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

Please don't retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them.

To see a young couple loving each other is no wonder, but to see an old couple loving each other is the best sight of all.

There are days of oldness, and then one gets young again.

At twenty-one, so many things appear solid, permanent, untenable.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.

Once I was looking through the kitchen window at dusk and I saw an old woman looking in. Suddenly the light changed and I realized that the old woman was myself. you see, it all happens on the outside; inside one doesn't change.

At seventy-seven it is time to be earnest.

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!