“Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!” YearsChildrenReasonLightAgePainPastFallDarkPayLaughingHonorProfoundCastsOld AgeFiftyRaysBlindnessAlasTremblingFlickerDeafnessGout Author:Pierre-Jean de Beranger
“The Bible is a warm letter of affection from a parent to a child; and yet there are many who see chiefly the severer passages. As there may be fifty or sixty nights of gentle dews in one summer, that will not cause as much remark as one hailstorm of half an hour, so there are those who are more struck by those passages of the Bible that announce the indignation of God than by those that announce His affection.” MayChildrenNightCausesParentHoursHalfSummerBibleLettersAffectionWarmGentleFiftyPassagesSixtyRemarksDewIndignationHailstorms Book:Sermons Source: Sermons
“All these fifty-year-old guys wearing baseball caps and shorts and acting like children. It winds me up. Men don't have to take responsibility anymore. Most of the guys I know would punch me on the nose for saying this, but maybe we do have to bring back conscription.” KnowsMenYearsChildrenGuyActingResponsibilityWindBaseballNosesFiftyTaking ResponsibilityCapsShortsOld GuysConscriptionBaseball CapsFifty Year Olds Author:Chrissie Hynde
“Our feelings probably are not less strong at fifty than they were ten or fifteen years before; but they have changed their objects, and dwell on far different prospects. At five-and-thirty a man thinks of what his own existence is; when the maturity of age has grown into its autumn, he is wrapt up in that of others. The loss of wife or child then becomes more deplorable, as being impossible to repair; for no fresh connection can give us back the companion of our earlier years, nor a "new-sprung race" compensate for that, whose career we hoped to see run.” ThinkingMenGivingYearsChildrenDifferentFeelingsRunningAgeStrongLossRaceExistenceCareersFiveWifeImpossibleObjectsChangedTenConnectionsMaturityThirtyFiftyAutumnCompanionFifteenProspectsFifteen YearsSprung Book:Lodore Source: Lodore
“Grief is not just a series of events, stages, or timelines. Our society places enormous pressure on us to get over loss, to get through grief. But how long do you grieve for a husband of fifty years, a teenager killed in a car accident, a four-year-old child: a year? Five years? Forever? The loss happens in time, in fact in a moment, but its aftermath lasts a lifetime.” YearsChildrenLongMomentsFactsHappensLastsLossGriefForeverFiveFourStageCarEventsHusbandPressureSeriesLifetimeAccidentsEnormousTeenagerGrievingFive YearsFiftyOur SocietyFour YearsGet OverAftermathCar AccidentTimelines Author:Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
“True majorities, in a TV-dominated and anti-intellectual age, may need sound bites and flashing lights and I am not against supplying such lures if they draw children into even a transient concern with science. But every classroom has one [Oliver] Sacks , one [Eric] Korn, or one [Jonathan] Miller , usually a lonely child with a passionate curiosity about nature, and a zeal that overcomes pressures for conformity. Do not the one in fifty deserve their institutions as well magic places, like cabinet museums, that can spark the rare flames of genius?” IfsNeedsWellsMayChildrenLightAgeSoundMagicTvsGeniusIntellectualDrawsDeserveConcernLonelyOvercomingPressureInstitutionsMajorityCuriosityPassionateFlamesFiftyConformityMuseumsBitesSparksClassroomZealCabinetsTransientEricLureSound BitesFlashing LightsLonely Child Book:Dinosaur in a haystack: reflections in natural history Source: Dinosaur in a haystack: reflections in natural history
“Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, "It is too late for me." Never too late! Never too old! How old are you--thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.” ChildrenEyeAgeYoungGrowsHairDespairLateOld AgeImmortalityCurseThirtyFiftyToo LateGrayEightyOld YouNever Too Late Author:Lyman Abbott
“I ought to respect myself for my friends' sake, and my children's. It is time, at fifty-six, to begin, at least, to know oneself, - and I do know what I am not, and your regard for me has at least awakened me to believe in the possibility that I may yet make some impression with my "light" - my "dews" - my "breezes" - my bloom and freshness, - no one of which qualities has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.” KnowsWorldBelieveMayChildrenLightQualityPossibilityOughtSixMy FriendsRegardSakeOneselfImpressionPainterMy ChildrenFiftyCanvasBreezeAwakenedDewFreshnessKnowing Oneself Author:John Constable