Make the second 50 the best 50 — Nina Leavins
Make the second 50 the best 50 — Nina Leavins
Make the second 50 the best 50 — Nina Leavins
Make the second 50 the best 50 — Nina Leavins
Make the second 50 the best 50 — Nina Leavins
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Make the second 50 the best 50

— Nina Leavins
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More “Aging” Quotes

A tip for increased sales or in situations of life or death: Try to always refer to the lady as Miss. or Ms. Using the t — Ginnetta Correli
Sigh like the wind--open your arms, your chest, your heart--and all creatures will hum to you. — Penelope Smith, Animal Talk: Interspecies Telepathic Communication
Growing old is humbling and it takes effort to accomplish this stage of life with dignity. — Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
The days before, even the score of what you are filled in with today. What colour are you, the tangled hues of years gon — Juliet Castle, The Silent Partner And Other Stories Of Truth
Are you thankful for not being young?''Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end — Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend
Open your box of blessings and take out something to smile about. — Annonymous Doner
I have a friend who likes to date younger women because their stories are shorter. Old men like us, our stories are long — Jerry N. Uelsmann
Until we’re pushing up daisies, it might be good to remind ourselves daily that everything’s coming up roses — for me an — Gina Barreca
I love the optimism on the shores of youth, where time hasn't yet eroded faith. — Amy Neftzger, The War of Words
An old person knows what it’s like to be young, but a young person doesn’t know what it’s like to be old. There’s no sub — Eleanor Brownn
Why is it when we were kids we looked up at the stars... But now they seem to be looking down on us...? — Leonardo Donofrio, Old Country
Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our i — Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera