aging [Theme] Page 4

Age is what you did, what you remember, not how old you are.

Not years old, but sorrow.

The bad wife's husband before turning gray.

Aging is the question of the victory of spirit over matter. If you don't think about the age, it does not exist.
(Age is something that exists in our thoughts. If you do not think about it, it's not).
Old age is clearly a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind it doesn't matter.

Should not be old, yet not wiser.

He was thinking he stopped to think how things could be. Perhaps it starts with aging. You have raised the fallen cards and looked at them. New cards will not. So you can only better to play the existing maps and dream about what you could fall out.

From trouble coming to hide
Method is robust and simple
Before to young to Woo,
Five minutes at the mirror wait,
Five minutes at the mirror wait.

Though the wall beysya days and nights,
You don't get ran days.
Pide than flowers to give,etc.,
You're in the eye of the bride look,
You're in the eye of the bride look.

It's hard to argue with life's logic
And what you do not say it,
Before to marry a young,
Open your passport and look
Passport your open and see.
You will understand everything, you will see everything there
You will understand and see for myself.

It is the observation of the daughter, how she grows up, all helped me to accept the fact that I'm getting old. I see it myself and try to help her discover this world. I like her very well.

I think the requirement to always look fresh and youthful is not only a result of popularity. This is a basic requirement to representatives of my profession. Aging is very difficult. But I learned a few important lessons. I tried to fool time but this is impossible... This leads to the fact that you're starting to look not better, but worse, just awful. I've done things I regret - but fortunately it turned out to be reversible. I was lucky because in those moments I looked not the best way. So now my motto is, "come what may".

What if I would have survived all the people I know who are so fond of?
And I would have kept the Land for themselves, simply ageless?
In the human term would see the most reliable comfort
And would plead that I was given this magic magic age.

Cars are like people: over the years, not younger.

She was aging beautifully like those who ask a lot of questions. And every day, chief among them: what is my happiness?