I close my eyes to old ends. And open my heart to new beginnings.

Sophie : Don’t come in here. I’ve got a bad cold. I don’t want you to catch it.
Honey : You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old

It seems I’ve become quite cunning in my old age.

Young Sophie : So you are going away. Please, Howl. I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and

I make those four horses and ten men just to get rid of one old woman. What did you do to the King?

It’s not easy being old.

I’m sure Howl won’t eat the heart of a shriveled old lady like me.

Why do you get so cold when you’re old? I’m fatter than ever and yet the wind blows right through me!

When you’re old, all you want to do is stare at the scenery. It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful before.

beware women grown
old
who were never
anything but
young.

It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one’s self, like a fingernail.

When our hair becomes gray and our faces get wrinkles, I will still want you around.

I wanna grow old with you.

You’re never too old, never too bad, never too late and never too sick to start from the scratch once again.

Except that it was no more home, just the place where he had grown up, and that first day back, touring the once familiar places only made him realize that he had already lived close to half his life.

I don’t want to fucking die of old age before I get there, so move!

Welcome to October! It’s time to revamp those old routines and try something new.

“How to do it” will never create an Art, it will never shake the old skin, it will never get us out of here.

The old has passed away…the new has come.

Just an old truck.

You raze the old to raise the new.

I do think that some people are born as old souls.

This truck’s got more rust than an old shipwreck.

My truck is so old it still has cassette tapes.

We want a fresh start only because we didn’t sufficiently care for the last fresh start.

When you wanna be somebody you buy a new truck, when you know who you already are you drive a old truck.

“I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!”
“Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!”

Sophie got herself to the mirror, and found that she had to hobble. The face in the mirror was quite calm, because it was what she expected to see. It was the face of a gaunt old woman, withered and brownish, surrounded by wispy white hair. Her own eyes, yellow and watery, stared out at her, looking rather tragic.

‘Don’t worry, old thing,’ Sophie said to the face. ‘You look quite healthy. Besides, this is much more like you really are.‘

As a girl, Sophie was scared of all dogs. Even as an old woman, she was quite alarmed by the two rows of white fangs in the creature’s open jaws. But she said to herself, ‘The way I am now, it’s scarcely worth worrying about,’ and felt in her sewing pocket for her scissors. She reached into the hedge with the scissors and sawed away at the rope round the dog’s neck.

Perhaps she was a little mad, but then old women often were.

“You’re still here,” he said. “Is something the matter?”

Sophie sniffed. “I’m old,” she began.

But it was just as the Witch had said and the fire demon had guessed. Michael said cheerfully, “Well, it comes to us all in time. Would you like some breakfast?”

For a moment it seemed as if he was going to lose his temper too. His strange, pale eyes all but glared at Sophie. But he controlled himself and said, “Now trot along indoors, you overactive old thing, and find something else to play with before I get angry. I hate getting angry.”

It was odd. As a girl, Sophie would have shriveled with embarrassment at the way she was behaving. As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

Beware of the young doctor and the old barber.

If you don’t do wild things while you’re young, you’ll have nothing to smile about when you’re old.