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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 67ba978 | Age has nowStamped with its signet that ingenuous brow. | Age | ||
| 4cfcbd5 | The mind resorts to reason for want of training. | Henry Adams | ||
| 7777148 | Old friends are best. King James us'd to call for his Old Shoes, they were easiest for his Feet. | Age | ||
| 513ec59 | Every pleasure defers to its last its greatest delights. | Age | ||
| 84e2dbe | There is an old poor manOppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger. | Age | ||
| c1d08fe | Practical politics consists in ignoring facts. | Henry Adams | ||
| 56605fa | An old man is twice a child. | Age | ||
| e5112b4 | At your age,And waits upon the judgment. | Age | ||
| 6f54b2d | Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven. | Age | ||
| 80525b2 | Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. | Age | ||
| 6b508dd | You are old;As you are old and reverend, you should be wise. | Age | ||
| a9a0d35 | Nature in you stands on the very vergeOf her confine. | Age | ||
| 8b1134f | Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. | Age | ||
| 533c7c6 | As far back as 1912, John Muir had protested against the building of the Hetch Hetchy Dam with these words: "These temple destroyers, devotees of raging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar." | David Gessner | ||
| fa48324 | Nor age so eat up my invention. | Age | ||
| 847510e | Give me a staff of honor for mine age,But not a sceptre to control the world. | Age | ||
| 739a3d6 | Every man desires to live long; but no man would be old. | Age | ||
| 412bbdd | I swear she's no chicken; she's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day. | Age | ||
| cb2c139 | O good gray head which all men knew. | Age | ||
| 1fec097 | Age too shines out: and, garrulous, recounts the feats of youth. | Age | ||
| 76f620e | All the steam in the world could not, like the Virgin, build Chartres. | Henry Adams | ||
| ecf30e9 | For Age with stealing stepsHath clawed me with his crutch. | Age | ||
| faa11be | But an old age serene and bright,Shall lead thee to thy grave. | Age | ||
| 1d014d4 | The second childhood of a saint is the early infancy of a happy immortality, as we believe. | Age | ||
| e6ec900 | Historical Perspective | Ageless Wisdom teachings | ||
| c0e39e0 | 1924-1939 Publication of Agni Yoga Teachings, by Helena Roerich, | Ageless Wisdom teachings | ||
| 9ec5e79 | 1945 Announcement of Maitreya's decision to return to the world with the Hierarchy of Masters.... | Ageless Wisdom teachings | ||
| 60cd0c7 | 1977, 8 July: Maitreya leaves His centre in the Himalayas... | Ageless Wisdom teachings | ||
| 256563f | This will not stand, this aggression against Kuwait. | Aggression | ||
| 2e56392 | Every general reprisal is a hostile aggression. | Aggression | ||
| dfe9b0b | War no longer pays; there is no motive for aggression. | Aggression | ||
| 8921811 | I kept thinking--how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John--will ye know about John? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1e1805 | He told me. About everything. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9ebe48b | Vain of his hair, which was blond and thick, he didn't commonly wear a wig, choosing instead to bind and powder his own for formal occasions. The present occasion wasn't formal in the least. With the advent of freshwater aboard, Tom had insisted upon washing Grey's hair that morning, and it was still spread loose upon his shoulders, though it had long since dried. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f20fdbe | The gate was shut, and he didn't bother fumbling for the latch but seized it with both hands and vaulted over, feeling an absurd rush of fierce pleasure in the feat. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c112dd3 | not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 25edf93 | He recognized the first by his stooped shoulders and the way his head jutted forward, the second by his square, solid seat and his easy, one-handed way with the reins. "God be with ye, Englishman," he said. Whatever John Grey had thought of Jamie's announcement that he meant to court Betty Mitchell--Jamie grinned to himself at memory of Lord John's face, comically trying to suppress his astonishment in the name of courtesy--he'd brought Jam.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e8a1289 | There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think--but not for lies. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e69ab95 | Grey!" he said, his tired face brightening. "Wherever did you spring from?" "Zeus's forehead, no doubt," Grey said." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 794e6e7 | I knelt at Ellen's feet, as I kneel now by yours, And I swore to her by the name o' the threefold God, that I would follow ye always, to do your bidding, and guard your back, when ye became a man grown, and needing such service. Aye, lad. I do cherish ye as the son of my own loins. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9b10318 | Grey's hair was like his mother's--fair, thick and slightly wavy, prone to disorder unless tightly constrained, which it always would be, if Tom Byrd was given his way. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 194bdb9 | What had happened to him was permanent. John Grey had lost a wife--however he might have regarded her. It had taken courage of more than one kind to bring William here, and to send him off with Jamie. And I didn't suppose the bloody man could help having caught the measles. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5531191 | Might he ever see Jamie Fraser again? There was a good chance he would not. If chance did not kill him, cowardice might. The mania of confession was on him; best make the most of it. His quill had dried; he did not dip it again. I love you, he wrote, the strokes light and fast, making scarcely a mark upon the paper, with no ink. I wish it were not so. Then he rose, scooped up the scribbled papers, and, crushing them into a ball, threw them .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 508b638 | There was my acquaintance from the Porpoise; Lord John's blond hair was hidden under a formal wig tonight, but I recognized the fine, clear features and slight, muscular body at once. He stood a little apart from the other dignitaries, alone. Rumor had it that his wife had refused to leave England to accompany him to this posting. | Diana Gabaldon |