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birthday growing-up dad
My dad encouraged us to fail. Growing up, he would ask us what we failed at that week. If we didn't have something, he would be disappointed. It changed my mindset at an early age that failure is not the outcome, failure is not trying. Don't be afraid to fail. Sara Blakely
birthday men two
My notion of a wife at 40 is that a man should be able to change her, like a bank note, for two 20s. Warren Beatty
birthday money time
The class distinctions proper to a democratic society are not those of rank or money, still less, as is apt to happen when these are abandoned, of race, but of age. W. H. Auden
birthday baby baby-pictures
People seldom live up to their baby pictures. Rodney Dangerfield
birthday funny-birthday funny-happy-birthday
The best birthdays of all are those that haven't arrived yet. Robert Orben
birthday pneumonia age
I nearly died of double bronchial pneumonia at the age of five. Roger Moore
birthday running mind
The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well, you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different. Roger Moore
birthday age fatherhood
At my age you don't go into fatherhood lightly. Rod Stewart
birthday america aging
I get all fired up about aging in America. Willard Scott
time
I was in the right place at the right time to get the bucket. Dwyane Wade
time vacation year
I take my vacation this time of year every year. Ronny Jenkins
time
Any time you can involve fake mustaches, things are just better. Graham Elliot
time tv
It is about time that TV actors were paid as well as film stars. Mona Singh
time
It is a bittersweet time for many of us to be here, John Shimkus
time
It is a long season, we have a long time to get at them. Jack Smith
time women
I think women do write politically all the time. Margaret Atwood does; Doris Lessing does. Lorrie Moore
time
What may be done at any time will be done at no time Scottish Proverb
time
There is going to be a time when they come my way. Lorena Ochoa
winter grace grows
Grace grows best in winter. Samuel Rutherford
winter night drawing
The short winter’s day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night wipes them out. Samuel Beckett
winter white swans
Swans in the winter air A white perfection have W. H. Auden
winter thinking rocks
I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below. Robert Fitzgerald
winter thinking green
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green. Rudyard Kipling
winter mind want
And some places you been before are so great that you don't ever mind going back. Some places you been before you don't ever want to go back, you know, like Montreal in the Winter. Morgan Freeman
winter should-have two
On that walk around the building, two sets of cops coming out stopped to tell our guys to hustle us inside so they could head back out on the road. Accidents everywhere. A pileup on each of two major roads. “Welcome to winter,” one said. “When fifty percent of drivers should have their licenses temporarily suspended. Kelley Armstrong
winter thinking names
Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 —and all that followed— was already laid in those first words. Khaled Hosseini
winter air sky
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street. James Joyce