“By the 1980s, practically no one under 60 in the real civilian world wore hats for anything except weddings, funerals or Ascot. Hats had been in competition with hair, and hair had won. Thirty years before that, Brits of all classes and ages wore hats all the time.” WorldYearsRealAgeClassHairCompetitionThirtyHatsFuneralCiviliansThirty YearsBrits Author:Peter York
“What can you say about a guy who lets himself be saddled with a baby when he's thirty-five and losing his hair? Love? Forget about that till you're past seventy, and by then the parts will have stopped working anyway.” PastGuyForgetFiveHairBabyLosingThirtySeventies Author:Gunter Grass
“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
“Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.” WayMadeStillsWishDogHairBedHotEightDivorceNineShouldersFamiliarBoardsThirtyBitesBikePeanutsTangledMosquitoesPeanut ButterHot DogSplintersBefore DeathBoogieTangled Hair Author:Jenny Han
“Being a teenager is the worst thirty years of your life. Peer pressure, acne, final exams, seven little tiny hairs on your upper lip. Luckily, the girls never noticed your infantile moustache, 'cos they were hyptonised by the fire engine sized zit on your forehead.” YearsLittlesGirlFireWorstHairPressureSevenFinalsLipsTinyTeenagerThirtyEnginesPeersForeheadsThirty YearsExamPeer PressureInfantileMoustacheAcneBeing A TeenagerZitsFinal Exams Author:Christopher Titus
“She didn't feel thirty. But then again again, what was being thirty supposed to feel like? When she was younger, thirty seemed so far away, she thought that a woman of that age would be so wise and knowledgeable, so settled in her life with a husband and children and a career. She had none of those things. She still felt as clueless as she had felt when she was twenty, only with a few more gray hairs and crow's feet around her eyes.” FeelsChildrenStillsWould BeEyeAgeFeltCareersWiseFeetHairHusbandTwentiesThirtyGrayFar AwayHer EyesCrowKnowledgeableCluelessGray Hair Book:PS, I Love You: A Novel Source: PS, I Love You: A Novel
“The moment in The Bell Jar when Esther Greenwood realizes after thirty days in the same black turtleneck that she never wants to wash her hair again, that the repeated necessity of the act is too much trouble, that she wants to do it once and be done with it, seems like the book's true epiphany. You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended into philosophical heights.” KnowsWantBookMatterDoneMomentsSeemsBlackRealizingToo MuchTroubleHairMadnessPhilosophicalHeightThirtyBellsJarsEpiphanyProzacShampooBell JarEstherProzac NationTurtlenecks Author:Elizabeth Wurtzel
“I am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that I catch in my hair like strong fingers like all my old promises and it will be hard to let go of what I said to myself about myself when I was sixteen and twenty-six and thirty-six but I am running into a new year and I beg what i love and I leave to forgive me.” YearsSaidHardRunningStrongWindHairPromiseLetting GoSixTwentiesForgivingFingersBlowThirtyNew YearSixteenForgive MeOld YearHard To Let Go Book:An ordinary woman Source: An ordinary woman
“Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.” KnowsMenAgeTimeCasesLonelinessHairPromiseDecadesListsEnthusiasmThirtyFeeling LonelySingle Man30th BirthdayGreat Gatsby American Dream Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald