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When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, “When did you start feeling like a grownup?” His response: “Never.


Shannon Celebi


#father #fathers #fathers-and-daughters #growing-up #life

The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.


Núria Añó


#ageing #aging #aging-gracefully #economy #getting-older

Shortly before school started, I moved into a studio apartment on a quiet street near the bustle of the downtown in one of the most self-conscious bends of the world. The “Gold Coast” was a neighborhood that stretched five blocks along the lake in a sliver of land just south of Lincoln Park and north of River North. The streets were like fine necklaces and strung together were the brownstone houses and tall condominiums and tiny mansions like pearls, and when the day broke and the sun faded away, their lights burned like jewels shining gaudily in the night. The world’s most elegant bazaar, Michigan Avenue, jutted out from its eastern tip near The Drake Hotel and the timeless blue-green waters of Lake Michigan pressed its shores. The fractious make-up of the people that inhabited it, the flat squareness of its parks and the hint of the lake at the ends of its tree-lined streets squeezed together a domesticated cesspool of age and wealth and standing. It was a place one could readily dress up for an expensive dinner at one of the fashionable restaurants or have a drink miles high in the lounge of the looming John Hancock Building and five minutes later be out walking on the beach with pants cuffed and feet in the cool water at the lake’s edge.


Daniel Amory


#city #contemporary-fiction #contemporary-literature #downtown #lake

But the only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.


Jim Butcher


#harry-dresden #inaction #life #molly-carpenter #life

For the city, his city, stood unchanging on the edge of time: the same burning dry city of his nocturnal terrors and the solitary pleasures of puberty, where flowers rusted and salt corroded, where nothing had happened for four centuries except a slow aging among withered laurels and putrefying swamps. In winter sudden devastating downpours flooded the latrines and turned the streets into sickening bogs. In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air.


Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez


#age

[on John Cowper Powys]...there is an indistinct photograph of the great man himself, gazing into the misty cleft of a mountain range, wearing what could be an old rug, or an old cardigan. He looks like a cross between an aged werewolf and a puzzled child.


Margaret Drabble


#age

And then I know I'm being a man, not just some kid who's upset and wants it his way.


Angela Johnson


#coming-of-age #growing-up #age

You are too alive to bury yourself at this age, Jade. Don't do it - it won't work anyway.


Lada Ray


#life-lessons #age

Psychic power is the ability to download information directly from the Universe.


Lada Ray


#new-thought #psychic-powers #spirituality #universe #age