“Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee.” CareAgeTogetherSportsPleasureYouthColdSummerWeakHotBreathsBraveWinterWeatherOld AgeTheeAdoreLameAge And YouthNimbleWinter Weather Book:Delphi Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Illustrated)
“The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.” EarthYouthSpringBreathsNoiseDelicateClamour Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.” KnowsEarthYoungHoursYouthFlowerFairsBreathsGravesRemembranceJoyousBlandYoung Life Author:Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington
“I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.” WantStillsBodyEyeAgeLastsFacesLeftLinesWhiteShareLove YouYouthTearsMinesHairRedRomanticSkinsMarkBreathsAgingSurpriseYour BodyTreasureYour FaceDelicateLost LoveFlashCriedRomantic LoveReplacedSmoothSoftnessRed HairStill Love YouAlways Love YouDelicate Life Author:Laurell K. Hamilton
“Life is truly a ride. We're all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he's ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes you put your arms up and scream, sometimes you just hang on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair's messed, you're out of breath, and you didn't throw up.” ThinkingEndsSometimesLife IsBehindsFrontsYouthHairArmsDoctorsBreathsBarsMaturityPassagesScreamAdulthoodTicketsSlapEnd Of Life Author:Jerry Seinfeld
“I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.” WorldWantFeelsBookUsedJoyLyingDesireLostWaitingPowerfulYouthQuietBreathsHeavyUrgesImpatienceRaptureBack AgainLumpsNamelessEagerness Book:All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel Source: All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel