Quote by Lynyrd Skynyrd Download Open image “Well, I'm telling you son that it ain't no fun staring straight down a forty-four.” — Lynyrd Skynyrd ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
My older son who is, I think, here tonight, is forty-one years old. Which is odd because so am I. — Robert B. Parker Copy Share Image
Forty is brilliant and I love it. I'm happier now than when I was 20. — Richard Hammond Copy Share Image
Forty is the line of demarcation that says you're an adult now. You're an adult, so don't pretend you're a kid anymore. — Paul Feig Copy Share Image
Forty is when you actually begin even deserving to be on stage telling people what you think. — Jerry Seinfeld Copy Share Image
Forty is better than 30. I have a better understanding of who I am, what makes me tick, what's okay and not okay. — Brooke Burke Copy Share Image
Forty-seven is nothing at all, nor is any age unless you're a cheese. — Billie Burke Copy Share Image
This is what forty looks like. We've been lying so long, who would know? — Gloria Steinem Copy Share Image
Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research. — Carl Jung Copy Share Image
We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it — Jules Renard Copy Share Image
I try to tell you I love you in each and every way. I'm trying to tell you I need you much more than… — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
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I've tried everything in the world, the things I like best I tried twice. — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
I'm a whiskey rock and roller that's what I am. Women, whiskey, and miles of traveling is all I understand. — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
Take your time; don't live too fast. Troubles come but they will pass. — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
Now they call you prince charming, can't speak a word when your full of ludes. Say you'll be alright come tomorrow, but tomorrow might… — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
As a man is reaching for his trousers, shoots him full of thirty-eight holes. — Lynyrd Skynyrd Copy Share Image
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