We dont stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
“We think we grow old, we grow wise and more tolerant; we just grow more lazy.” — John Fowles Copy Share Image
When we grow old, there can only be one regret - not to have given enough of ourselves. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop laughing... — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I Want To Grow Old With You, Overcome Every Obstacle, And Be Together, For All Of Time.. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Some people simply grow old, but they never grow UP. Clearly he is becoming more of an assoholic in his old age. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
More women grow old nowadays through the faithfulness of their admirers than through anything else. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
We grow old not by the number of our years, but by not numbering our years - not living our dreams, not… — Bernard Kelvin Clive Copy Share Image
Did satisfy myself mighty fair in the truth of the saying that the world do not grow old at all, but is… — Samuel Pepys Copy Share Image
“how we move through time, how time moves through us, how we change and keep changing and come back to the same.… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made — Robert Browing Copy Share Image
To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
TELL ME: you love me...I'm beautiful...we'll grow old together...in sickness & in health...I'm still the one...that you need me...you'll never let me… — Crystal Copy Share Image
“At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will be. At thirty they say… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
“I burst out crying because I realized something right then and there: death was going to take her someday. Because she'd grow… — Wil McCarthy Copy Share Image
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists… — Samuel Ullman Copy Share Image
I used to hear people say that models have very short careers, which I don't really agree with... I think that even… — HoYeon Jung Copy Share Image
I don't have a need for marriage. You want to grow old with someone, you want to have a partner and to… — Salma Hayek Copy Share Image
Eternity has no gray hairs. The flowers fade, the heart withers, people grow old and die, the world lies down in the… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
For states in demographic decline with ever more lavish social programs, the question is a simple one: Can they get real? Can… — Mark Steyn Copy Share Image
“No matter what you do with your life during the day, there’s always that moment when you have to wake up with… — Eli Easton Copy Share Image
“Oh, God don’t let me hurt him. Am I really doing this? Here? Is this real? We’re in the middle of nowhere.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“She frowned, thinking of going down there and explaining herself all over again, reliving the horror of finding Mimi’s body and trying… — Sharon Sala Copy Share Image
“Just look at this life: the insolence and idleness of the strong, the ignorance and brutishness of the weak, impossible poverty all… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“I missed the future. Obviously I knew even before his recurrence that I'd never grow old with Augustus Waters. But thinking about… — John Green Copy Share Image
Sitting here thinking, one day I'm not going to go to school tomorrow. One day I'm not going to be able to… — Delaney Ridnour Copy Share Image
Writing about the indignities of old age: the daunting stairway to the restaurant restroom, the benefits of a wheelchair in airports and… — John Mortimer Copy Share Image
“I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
