Elayne Boosler Quotes

I left home at 17, traveled. I got married when I was 21. That's a young age. As it turned out, things were fine, then not so fine, and then it was a blunder. That happens all the time.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

I no longer have the energy to get really angry, like I used to.

I feel like I'm 1,000. I don't feel I'm young enough a lot of the time.

I felt a tremendous sadness for men who can't deal with a woman of their own age.

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It's a real emotional ride.

I'm just a sensitive little soul who's put so much into her career that I haven't had enough energy or time left over to sustain a relationship.

Things happen to everybody in the course of a lifetime. Relationships end, people die, tragedy befalls everyone. So everyone has this wealth of experience, and the older you are the more you have to draw on.

The beard is here because I got tired of shaving and Grissom, subsequently, got tired of shaving. Grissom, like any other 50-year-old man, is going through a series of mid-life changes. Who knows, he may start drinking.

My first four albums covered the usual youth problems - looking for love in all the wrong places - while the next five are basically about being in your 30s.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

It's one thing to be twenty and touring the world, but doing it in your forties, you wake up with aches and pains.

Many people are despairing of the possibility of finding love. And some of the people who are despairing the most are in their thirties and forties and looking just great.

It is hard to date anywhere... I think you just get a little older and hopefully a clearer idea of who you - I don't know. It is hard.

Peroxide' is a mix of everything I have experienced from the age of 15 until now with themes of break ups, first love, growing up - all the sorts of things that you experience at that age.

I was 19 or 20 the last time I shaved.

I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.

In love there is but little rest.

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

My heart is a garden tired with autumn.

The exhaustion of the passions is the beginning of wisdom.

I didn’t feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.

Romance no longer looked like so much fun, more like a repetitive stress injury.

Where love fails we espy all faults.