Love Is Not About Age

An old man in love is like a flower in winter.



Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter



In youth the days are short and the years are long; in old age the years are short and the days long.



It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.



The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.



Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love. Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft stillness and satisfaction of autumn.



And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is!



And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it's been a life!