#older

The older you get, the more you learn. ↗

— Martina Hingis

#learn #more #older #you

I think I wasted a lot of my youth, falling for girls who were a couple of years older than me. ↗

— Eric Bana

#falling #i #i think #lot #me

But when you get a bit older, and I hate to use the word, quite a bit more established, people take more notice and conducting becomes a great deal easier. You don't have battles like you had before. ↗

— Peter Maxwell Davies

#becomes #before #bit #conducting #deal

My sister, I have a sister who's 12 years older, she was always the party girl, the outrageous one. ↗

— Selma Blair

#girl #i #older #outrageous #party

You probably faked passing out the other day, just so you could be carried in my hot, sweaty, manly arms. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#sky #hopelessness

I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can’t think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we’ll do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #romance #sky #hopelessness

There’s a gate?” I ask, confused. “Why do we always climb the fence?” He shoots me a sly grin. “You were in a dress the two times we’ve been here. Where’s the fun in walking through a gate? ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #hopeless #sky-and-holder #sky-davis #hopelessness

Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings. Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes continually in them, chastely kept, as in a small bud, and their holy eyes look out in still eternal clearness. A place to rest isn't given to us. Suffering humans decline and blindly fall from one hour to the next, like water thrown from cliff to cliff, year after year, down into the Unknown. ↗

— Friedrich Hölderlin

#music

As you grow older, your whole life becomes very rich, multifaceted. ↗

— Francesca Annis

#grow #life #multifaceted #older #rich