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fe55068
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"Seven Ages: first puking and mewling Then very pissed-off with your schooling Then fucks, and then fights
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youth
limerick
seven-ages-of-man
middle-age
william-shakespeare
old-age
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Robert Conquest |
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250a124
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I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him.
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middle-age
parents
nostalgia
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Bill Bryson |
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e93fc6d
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When we're young, everyone over the age of thirty looks middle-aged, everyone over fifty antique. And time, as it goes by, confirms that we weren't that wrong. Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young erode. We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I've never much minded this myself.
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middle-age
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Julian Barnes |
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995cb6c
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There is a thing called knowledge of the world, which people do not have until they are middle-aged. It is something which cannot be taught to younger people, because it is not logical and does not obey laws that are constant. It has no rules.
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knowledge-of-world
middle-age
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T.H. White |
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95e4d2c
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You know what it's like, finding eight middle-aged guys having tantric sex with ostriches?
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middle-age
ostrich
tantric-sex
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Warren Ellis |
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f7ec530
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To say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate the exquisite tension and to shroud it in words. The atmosphere had become a physical sensation. As when, before a masterpiece, the acid throat contracts, and words are millstones, so when the supernaturally outlandish happens and a masterpiece is launched through the medium of human gesture, then all human volition is withered at the source and the heart of action stops beating. Such a moment was this. Irma, a stalagmite of crimson stone, knew, for all the riot of her veins that a page had turned over. At chapter forty? O no! At chapter one, for she had never lived before save in a pulseless preface. How long did they remain thus? How many times had the earth moved round the sun? How many times had the great blue whales of the northern waters risen to spurt their fountains at the sky? How many reed-bucks had fallen to the claws of how many leopards, while that sublime unit of two-figure statuary remained motionless? It is fruitless to ask. The clocks of the world stood still or should have done.
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lovers
love
passing-of-time
middle-age
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Mervyn Peake |
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b16741b
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It was easy, terribly easy, to become with time a middle-aged spinster with a sharp tongue. She would have to guard against this.
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sharp-tongue
spinster
middle-age
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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f927859
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I'm not against anyone fastening their life to an event of some significance and that way making themselves significant. God knows, we need what footholds we can find on the glass mountain of our existence. Trouble is, you climb and climb, and around middle age, you discover you have spent all the time in the same spot. You thought you were going to be somebody until you slip down into the nobody that you are. I'm telling you because I know.
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existence
life
significance
middle-age
insignificance
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Jeanette Winterson |
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9d75d04
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Just middle-aged. Ideas used to grab me too. It's not that you get better ideas, the old ones just get tired. After a while you see that even dollars and cents are just an idea. Finally the only thing that masters is putting some turds in the toilet bowl once a day. They stay real, somehow. Somebody came up to me and said, 'I'm God,' I'd say, 'Show me your badge.
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middle-age
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John Updike |
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4697bb4
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Tall as he is, there is no carrying the slope under his shirt as anything other than a loose gut, a paunch that in itself must weigh as much as a starving Ethiopian child.
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rabbit-angstrom
middle-age
fat
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John Updike |
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064a972
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Eve still marveled on a daily basis at the speed with which her own life had changed. A year ago, she'd been lost and flailing, and now she was found. She wanted to call it a miracle, but it was simpler than that, and a lot more ordinary; she'd met a kind and decent man who loved her.
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relationships
love
life-changing-events
middle-age
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Tom Perrotta |