“Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas
“Juvenile hide their age to gain something -Old hide their age to gain what was lost.”
Nabila Tariq
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light”
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.”
Mark Twain
“The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young”
Oscar Wilde
“Old age ain't no place for sissies.”
Henry Louis Mencken
“If youth but had the knowledge and old age the strength.”
French Proverb
