The shopkeeper bent over a sign he was fixing to the…

“Drab and colorless as her existence would seem to have been, Mrs. Harris had always felt a craving for beauty and color and which…

— Paul Gallico

“Seated opposite me in the railway carriage, the elderly lady in the fox-fur shawl was recalling some of the murders that she had committed…

— John Boyne

“Oh, God … you’re so beautiful,” I said in a weak voice, my head enchanted. He smiled at me and turned to the thin,…

— A.B.Whelan

“Nobody sees any one as he is, let alone an elderly lady sitting opposite a strange young man in a railway carriage. They see…

— Virginia Woolf

“Mrs E. Kapelsen of Boston, Massachusetts was an elderly lady, indeed, she felt her life was nearly at an end. She had seen a…

— Douglas Adams

“IF anybody had been there to observe the gentle-looking elderly lady who stood meditatively on the loggia outside her bungalow, they would have thought…

— Agatha Christie

I actually had the urge to elbow an elderly lady today.

— Bill Burr

When you were growing up, your mom and dad told you to look both ways before crossing the street or not to get into…

— Chris DeWolfe

Lady crossing the street, not paying attention, almost got hit. Turns to husband & screams, 'Why didn't YOU watch where I was going?!'

— Kal Penn

“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry,…

— Mark Capell

“Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning,…

— Amy Tan

“Do you feel it? It’s a heightening of the senses, the kind that immobilizes a cat crossing the street, transfixed by the blinding headlights…

— Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

“More data—such as paying attention to the eye colors of the people around when crossing the street—can make you miss the big truck.”

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

This week I realized my dad will make you cry in the store if you make him mad. Also when your crossing the street…

— Anonymous

“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without…

— Thomas Pynchon