Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.
The older I get, the more I feel almost beautiful.
Love has more depth as you get older.
The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.
When we are younger, we say a lot of things without often believing in them. The thoughts within you are much more important, and so often, one can't completely describe what one feels. As we grow older, we realize that there is more to love than what is expressed in the conventional sense of the terms.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
The love of my life? I'm much too young to answer that question.
It's hard to really compare new love and old love.
Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.