“Safe sex, safe music, safe clothing, safe hair spray, safe ozone layer. Too late! Everything that's been achieved in the history of mankind has been achieved by not being safe.” Has BeensSexMankindHairSafeLateToo LateClothingsLayersSprayOzoneOzone Layer Author:Lemmy Kilmister
“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
“When I look in the mirror, I see my late mother: I have her nose, her dark eyes - I call them chocolate eyes - I have her colouring, and my hair is greying the same way, although I use colour and she didn't.” WayLooksUseEyeMotherDarkHairLateMirrorsNosesColourChocolateDark Eyes Author:Marie Osmond
“My work is very dear to me, and certainly I have had all the emotional highs and lows that go with trying to get it to an audience. But I do have some kind of detachment that seems somewhat unusual in my trade. I'm a writer who writes every day. I don't have a period of months where I can't get anything done and I wander around tearing my hair out. When I come back from a book tour, for instance, I might have one day where I sleep late and then check my e-mail, and then go for a walk, and then the next day I'm really itching to get back at writing a story.” WritingTryingKindI CanBookDoneStoriesSeemsMightNextSleepWalksAudienceEmotionalHairMonthsPeriodsOne DayLateLowsTradeDearChecksInstanceWanderGet BackUnusualMailNext DayDetachmentHighs And LowsItchingSleep Late Author:Daniel Handler
“I love going out dancing. There is nothing better than letting your hair down and staying up far too late, is there?” HairLateDown AndDancingToo LateStayingGoing Out Author:Liberty Ross
“In the late 60's to the early 70's, I was caught between the hippie and the skinhead movement. I had my hair cut so I didn't look like a straight at a hippie event, and I didn't look like a hippie at a skinhead event. It was a good haircut.” LooksCuttingEventsMovementHairLateCaughtHippieHaircutsHair CutGood Hair Author:Dave Wakeling
“Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.” SoulFeelingsBodyAgeTimeEvilGamesWhiteGenerationsStageHairLateAgingFinishedOld AgeIndifferenceRisingToo LateWrinklesWeakeningWhite HairTrue Evil Author:Andre Maurois
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.” YearsFirstsHeartLightEyeGirlSpeakSilenceHairArmsLateYears AgoGardenWetWaste LandHyacinths Book:My Own Wasteland Source: My Own Wasteland
“It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in acidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occassional bad-hair day. I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I'd call it a triumph.” IfsWayYearsStillsEyeLostHoursLosesMorningWorryJourneyConditionsHairBedLateRoseLegsTeethTriumphPossessedJanuarySixteenSkatesWednesdayThrough The YearsMinusBad HairBad Hair DayWednesday Morning Author:Dean Koontz
“Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.” LittlesTogetherSleepWalksDyingHairThousandTenLateToo LateWagesMoonlight Author:Galway Kinnell