We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it. ~Author Unknown
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life. ~Herbert Asquith
May you live to be a hundred yearsWith one extra year to repent.~Author Unknown
A father carries pictures where his money used to be. ~Author Unknown
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. ~Red Buttons
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever. ~Don Marquis
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~M*A*S*H, Colonel Potter
Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age. Sometimes age just shows up all by itself. ~Tom Wilson
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
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