The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
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.
Love has more depth as you get older.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
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.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
Love has no age.
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.
It's hard to really compare new love and old love.