The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.
Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
One can remain eternally young if, each day, one grows rich by marvelous moments.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.