Hans Christian Andersen Quotes

In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.

An aged Christian, with the snow of time upon his head, may remind us that those points of earth are whitest which are nearest to heaven.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

People tend to think about God more when the clock starts to wind down.

History can just be so unkind as time passes.

I am not going to be 29 forever.

The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.

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 is the rider that breaks youth.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

I keep thinking how young can you die from old age

When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.

Try to hold on to youth and it mocks you while it sprints away.

Time bears away all things.

Youth is the ultimate limited resource.

Suicide is what everyone young thinks they'll do before they get old. But they hardly ever get round to it. They just don't want to commit themselves in that way. When you're young and you look ahead, time ends in mist at twenty-five. 'Old won't happen to me', you say. But old does. Oh, old does. Old always gets you in the end.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

You can't be young always. The day will come when everything will fall apart.

God and the afterlife and all that is certainly a subject that's interested me, and I think it interests me more the older that I get.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!