“If wrinkles must be written on our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.” IfsLoveLifeShouldHeartMotivationalAgeHappinessSpiritualSpiritGrowsWrittenAgingOld AgeBirthdayGetting OlderGrowing OldWrinklesBrows50th BirthdayAging GracefullyYoung At HeartForever YoungGrowing Old Gracefully Author:James A. Garfield
“It is impossible not to be moved by the verve, courage and elan with Churchill attacked his last and ultimately invincible enemy, old age and infirmity. As in all his campaigns, he assailed his adversary with endless high spirits, expert advice, ample helpings of brandy and champagne, and the loving and long-suffering support of his wife.” LongHelpingAgeLastsSpiritSufferingEnemySupportWifeImpossibleAdviceMovedCampaignsEndlessOld AgeExpertsAdversariesChampagneInvincibleInfirmityBritish HistoryBrandyLong Suffering Author:David Cannadine
“Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age. In writing Dialogues in Limbo, The Last Puritan, and now all these descriptions of the friends of my youth and the young friends of my middle age, I have drunk the pleasure of life more pure, more joyful than it ever was when mingled with all the hidden anxieties and little annoyances of actual living. Nothing is inherently and invincibly young except spirit. And spirit can enter a human being perhaps better in the quiet of old age and dwell there more undisturbed than in the turmoil of adventure.” WritingHumansLittlesAgeLastsYoungSpiritHuman BeingsPleasureMiddleYouthAdventurePureQuietAnxietyDialogueOld AgeDrunkEnjoyedDescriptionJoyfulMiddle AgesTurmoilPuritanAnnoyancePleasures Of LifeLimboYoung FriendsWriting Dialogue Author:George Santayana
“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.” YearsHumansHeartSeemsAgeSpiritNightFallHeavenWalksCryFieldsWindSummerLowsDirectBlueGreenLaysConstantWaveGravesStealingOld AgeHuman LifeSicknessAutumnCheeksHarvestInfantBereavementHailShiverDampVisitation Book:Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses