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Posts tagged "age"

Sep 04, 2014
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Jun 26, 2014
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If you can fall in love again and again, if you can forgive your parents for the crime of bringing you into the world, if you are content to get nowhere, just take each day as it comes, if you can forgive as well as forget, if you can keep from growing sour, surly, bitter and cynical, man you’ve got it half licked.
— Henry Miller on aging

May 13, 2013
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The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

Dec 10, 2012
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I got a baby’s brain and an old man’s heart.
— Alice Cooper, “I’m Eighteen

May 24, 2011
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Fourteen is a sort of magic age for the development of musical tastes…

Dec 08, 2010
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Photos of John Lennon’s first U.S. recording session
                                    
I missed being alive at the same time as John Lennon by 3 years, and he’s been dead for 30 now, which means…OH GOD I’M APPROACHING 30.
Photos of John Lennon’s first U.S. recording session

I missed being alive at the same time as John Lennon by 3 years, and he’s been dead for 30 now, which means…OH GOD I’M APPROACHING 30.

Dec 03, 2010
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Natalie Time Lapse: Birth to 10 years old in 1 minute 25 sec

Couple takes a photo every day of their daughter, from birth to age 10. As always, YouTube comments tilt things towards the dark:

blm2295 - whats sad is just like with just about ever other human she smiles less as the vid progresses

ricerice566 - People flail their arms less as they grow older.

Oct 19, 2010
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There’s no secret about it, really. You just don’t die, and you get to be 100.
— Hazel Miller, quoted in this great NYTimes article on centenarians (via @ideadrop)

Jul 13, 2010
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Jul 01, 2010
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Youth,” by Samuel Ullman

Have it read to you, aloud:

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

This text is a little different — not sure which is “official.”

The video above was made by my friends, The Butler Bros.

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