And to love in that way and then go down the hill of life together, and as you go down, hear, perhaps, the laughter of grandchildren, while the birds of joy and love sing once more in the leafless branches of the tree of age.” ― Robert G. Noah turned over on to his side and said with mock seriousness, 'I have never read 'The Joy Of Crap'. 'I have, however, read 'The Joy Of Sex.' ' He continued, a smile transforming his face.
'Not in a while, but I think it's one of those classics you can come back to again...
But I wasn’t some gold digger trying to claw at his cash account, or even a woman with daddy issues.
I just thought he was the hottest, funniest man I’d ever met.
I wasn’t sure how it would go, yet there he was, charming the pants off them all by himself, busting out his A-material small talk with some friends in a corner. Instead I shoved a cracker in my mouth and mulled over her question as I pretended it was hard to chew. Yes, my new man was older than me, much older than me.
After politely playing 20 questions with Sue about my new boyfriend, I knew this was the one she was getting at.
Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.” ― Chris Van Allsburg, “A Second Childhood.”When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too old To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery door Or a tall tree and a swing.
Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangs On all my sins and me, Because He does not take away The terror from the tree And stones still shine along the road That are and cannot be.
When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart..matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” ― Robert A.Heinlein “Don't you know that love isn't just going to bed? It's staying with her now because she needs you; it's knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures -- when all that's on the shelf and done with.A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be.But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is..force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be..more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body.