Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. ~Truman Capote
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
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age. ~Robert Frost
Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. ~Menachem Mendel Schneerson
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. ~Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act. ~Truman Capote
A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. ~Author Unknown
Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
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