“It’s hard to find true love in the age of digital sex.”

You know we’re all made of stardust? We’re remnants of old stars.

You’re as beautiful as the moon in the wilderness of the moon.

In times of speed dating, focus on real connections and wild soulful sex.

I’m missing you a lot but its time to move on.

The night is full of stars but none glows as bright as you.

Love me madly, quietly, wildly.

Smile right now, winsome girl, and life shall smile you back.

I loved you but what answer did I get from you?

I thought I was born to be with you but actually we weren’t meant to be.

It is about time we listen to our crazy young forgotten hearts.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.

Sunsets feel so lonely now without you.

Shortly after meeting you I fell in love so madly.

Remember that love comes after all the sorrow.

Find strength through love.

Promises of eternal love what was that but a lie.

Regardless of your age, you will always have adventures, unexpected joys and unexpected sorrows.

The older you get, the more you should learn to love life and appreciate the beauty that comes with age.

Just as darkness is sometimes defined as the absence of light, so age is defined as the absence of youth.

Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

Aging is not “lost youth” but a new stage of opportunity and strength.

I want to say to you that there is life and dreams and surprises after 30-and 40, and 50, and 60, and 77! Believe me, life is one long surprise.

Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age.

Why the increasing emphasis by professional age experts and the media on – and public acceptance of – the nursing home as the locus of age when, in fact, more than ninety percent of those over sixty-five continue to live in the community?