Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
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
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
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
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
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Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. ~Jennifer Yane
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
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