The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. ~Lucille Ball
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
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! ~Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
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
We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it. ~Author Unknown
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional. ~Chili Davis
In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march. ~Robert Louis Stevenson, "Virginibus Puerisque II," Virginibus Puerisque, 1881
He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
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