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At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying. ↗

— Robert Jordan

#old-age #old-sayings #age

Those who succeed in an outstanding way seldom do so before the age of 40. More often, they do not strike their real pace until they are well beyond the age of 50. ↗

— Napoleon Hill

#age #age

Never put an age limit on your dreams ↗

— Dara Torres

#olympics #age

We were the wrong age for love and yet it was all we could think about. ↗

— Brendan Cowell

#teenage-love #age

It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa. ↗

— James Thurber

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في الستين من العمر ، نحن بالكاد بلغنا الثلثين من عمرنا ، لذا ينبغي ألا ندفن أنفسنا ! ينبغي العيش ! ↗

— Tahar Ben Jelloun

#old #old-age #age

Serenity comes from the ability to say “Yes” to existence. Courage comes from the ability to say “No” to the wrong choices made by others. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#metaphysics #philosophy #serenity #courage

There aren't any rules to running away from your problems. No checklist of things to cross off. No instructions. Eeny, meeny, pick a path and go. That's how my dad does it anyway because apparently there's no age limit to running away, either. He wakes up one day, packs the car with everything we own, and we hit the road. Watch all the pretty colors go by until he finds a town harmless enough to hide in. But his problems always find us. Sometimes quicker than others. Sometimes one month and sometimes six. There's no rule when it comes to that, either. Not about how long it takes for the problems to catch up with us. Just that they will—that much is a given. And then it's time to run again to a new town, a new home, and a new school for me. But if there aren't any rules, I wonder why it feels the same every time. Feels like I leave behind a little bit of who I was in each house we've left empty. Scattering pieces of me in towns all over the place. A trail of crumbs dotting the map from everywhere we've left to everywhere we go. And they don't make any pictures when I connect dots. They are random like the stars littering the sky at night. ↗

— Brian James

#problems #rules #running-away #age

I do not think much of ages. People are people. What does it matter how old or young they are? It is a category, and I do not like categories. It is a sort of pigeonhole or a label. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

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I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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