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
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
Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever. ~Don Marquis
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge. ~Phyllis Diller
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
Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. ~Red Buttons
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
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The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that'll get you home earlier. ~Dan Bennett
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
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