#ge

Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; to age in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we may not hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the long centuries falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow dripping on a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful of us, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable. ↗

— H. Rider Haggard

#age

Mrs. Spock: He's in his 80's now His face is showing his age Not quite the trim figure That he had on the old show But I've grown older too, Wider, and more creaky bones And "Bones" has travelled on But, still, "Live long and prosper!" Back when I was little Was always Mrs. Spock when Ever we played "Star Trek" With my sisters, as a child ↗

— Debby Feo

#age

He sat watching what went forward with the quiet outward glance of healthy old age. ↗

— George Eliot

#maturity #age

What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that secondhand overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship! ↗

— Mervyn Peake

#humor #time #age

The old age old story of Yin & Yang...Every positive side has a negative side too. Which are you? ↗

— Timothy Pina

#inspirational #age

Moses had yet to learn about El-Olam, God of eternity, or God, the Everlasting One. His sovereignty extends through the passing of time and beyond our ability to see or understand. Moses would have to learn to trust in God's sovereign plan in allowing his life to be touched by adoption. (from Under His Wings: Healing Truth for Adoptees of All Ages) ↗

— Beth Willis Miller

#god-s-sovereignty #age

Sometimes milestones are not measured by the accomplishments of society, but by those of integrity. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#death-series #self-realization #tamara-rose-blodgett #unrequited-death #age

For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary pleasures of puberty, where flowers rusted and salt corroded, where nothing had happened for four centuries except a slow aging among withered laurels and putrefying swamps. In winter sudden devastating downpours flooded the latrines and turned the streets into sickening bogs. In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#age

To return to antiquity [in literature]: that has been done. To return to the Middle Ages: that too has been done. Remains the present day. But the ground is shaky: so where can you set the foundations? An answer to this question must be found if one is to produce anything vital and hence lasting. All this disturbs me so much that I no longer like to be spoken to about it. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#writers #writing #age

Wisdom comes through suffering or old age. ↗

— Lesley Pearse

#georgia #lesley #old #pearse #suffering