THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINS Laugh, I tell you And you will turn back The hands of time. Smile, I tell you And you will reflect The face of the divine. Sing, I tell you And all the angels will sing with you! Cry, I tell you And the reflections found in your pool of tears - Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.
A person of little knowledge Grows old as a plough-ox grows old. His fleshes increases; His wisdom does not increase.
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted.
I just wish moments weren’t so fleeting!' Isaac called to the man on the roof, 'They pass so quickly!' 'Fleeting?!' responded the tilling man, 'Moments? They pass quickly?! . . . Why, once a man is finished growing, he still has twenty years of youth. After that, he has twenty years of middle age. Then, unless misfortune strikes, nature gives him twenty thoughtful years of old age. Why do you call that quickly?' And with that, the tilling man wiped his sweaty brow and continued tilling; and the dejected Isaac continued wandering. 'Stupid fool!' Isaac muttered quietly to himself as soon as he was far enough away not to be heard.
I like the idea of growing old gracefully and full of wrinkles... like Audrey Hepburn.
Growing old on screen is not for the faint of heart.
Growing old has been the greatest surprise of my life.
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.