I’m a fine wine: I just get better with age. Actually, I’m like the Benjamin Button of the Combine. The older I get, the younger I look and feel.
Especially in the digital age, people want everything now, now, now.
The question isn’t at what age I want to retire, it’s at what income.
It doesn’t matter what age you are. You can look sexy and feel great, and that doesn’t have to be a gift only for the young. It can be a gift for any age, even the old, whatever that is nowadays.
The formula for achieving middle-class success is simple: Finish high school; don’t have a child before the age of 20; and get married before having the child.
Age is inevitable. Aging isn’t.
It is not the young people that degenerate; they are not spoiled till those of mature age are already sunk into corruption.
Society, in general, has taught for many generations that when you reach a certain age, you have to learn to stop playing.
The age of a woman doesn’t mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
The human heart, at whatever age, opens only to the heart that opens in return.
Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.
A lot of people who start work at a very young age never grow up because they never got that opportunity to be a child, so they hold on to that and still do a lot of childish, silly things.
Everyone – regardless of their background, wealth, race, faith, gender, sexual orientation or age – should be able to fulfil their potential and succeed.
But because we live in an age of science, we have a preoccupation with corroborating our myths.
I grew up in the age of polyester. When I got to touch real silk, cotton and velvet, the feel of nonsynthetic fabrics blew me away. I know it’s important how clothing looks, but it’s equally important how it feels on your skin.
At some point, I had to ignore what people thought of me. I had to be my own biggest fan from an early age. Once I learned that, it was like a superpower. That was the armor that got me through high school.
Not by age but by capacity is wisdom acquired.
I am, as I’ve said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.
I’ve never been particularly aware of my age. It’s like being on a bicycle – I just put my foot down and keep going.
Like many women my age, I am 28 years old.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
You can wear black at any time. You can wear it at any age. You may wear it for almost any occasion; a ‘little black frock’ is essential to a woman’s wardrobe.
Major actions by courageous and wise men will be necessary to avoid our continuing to blunder into the space age like unenlightened and selfish idiots.
There was a best-selling book in the late ‘60s and ’70s called ‘The Adventurers’ by Harold Robbins. The lead character’s name was Dax. Anyone that’s roughly my age that’s named Dax is named from that book.
It’s amazing how, age after age, in country after country, and in all languages, Shakespeare emerges as incomparable.
