Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

I envy the dead.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

One time, I was young. I was skinny. I was elegant. Getting old is terrible.

You wake up one day and suddenly realize that your youth is behind you, even though you're still young at heart.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

You can't be 24 again; you can't be new when you're 40 years old.

I used to love getting older.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee, It tickleth me aboute myn herte roote. Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world as in my tyme. But age, alias! that al wole envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith. Lat go, farewel! the devel go therwith! The flour is goon, ther is namoore to telle; The bren, as I best kan, now most I selle.

Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thing

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

Youth holds no society with grief.

Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?

Can't pretend that growin' older never hurts.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

O Time! consumer of all things; O envious age! thou dost destroy all things and devour all things with the relentless teeth of years, little by little in a slow death. Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age, wept and wondered why she had twice been carried away.

Don't die like I did.

Let's die of it before we're too old.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

The realization that I may have only a few good years remaining has hit me with real force, and I have done a lot of thinking as a result. I would like to have come up with something profound, but I haven't.