We'll meet again. We'll meet when years have passed, and years make such a difference, don't they?
Years are like candy bars... We're paying more, but they're getting shorter.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
The social states of human kinds Are made by multitudes of minds, And after multitudes of years A little human growth appears Worth having, even to the soul Who sees most plain it's not the whole.
My voice has changed dramatically over the years.
I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you and feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes And they all fall down. - Sleeping to Dream
That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.
I am already sensible of decay in the power of walking, and find my memory not so faithful as it used to be. This may be partly owing to the incessant current of new matter flowing constantly through it; but I ascribe to years their share in it also.
The older I get, the less I remember.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
It's certainly not just a spot opinion; it's something that obviously has been building up for years. It is also very good for publicity, and it is the kind of recognition that maybe will help financially, also.
Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.
When you get older, 10 matches a year are enough.
Since we're not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we're not young.
The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.
It is only natural that the years pass, and after consecutive matches, you feel more and more tired, but it is normal.
What can a man do to move along in some kind of grace through his days and years?
I think I've just matured over the years.
I am declined Into the vale of years.
In masks outrageous and austere, The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
You don't realise how long three years is until you go away and write an album.
You change as the years go by. The more knowledge you get, the more things change in your life and circumstances change.
