A Quote by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends. — © H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.
I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.
The inclusiveness of the Drama League luncheon is one of the most exciting things about it. I get to see old friends and meet new friends. Of course I can't tell who anybody is if they're under the age of 75. So my old friends become my new friends.
Paris is where my family are, but it's not really home now because I have dear friends in London and dear friends in New York.
When I was a little girl, I watched all old movies. My mother liked old movies, and she loved shopping for antiques, so I was around old things all the time.
Now, the term 'friend' is a little loose. People mock the 'friending' on social media, and say, 'Gosh, no one could have 300 friends!' Well, there are all kinds of friends. Those kinds of 'friends,' and work friends, and childhood friends, and dear friends, and neighborhood friends, and we-walk-our-dogs-at-the-same-time friends, etc.
I shop at thrift stores a lot. I have a lot of silver pitchers and I put my flowers in those. I collect antiques, so there are a lot of old rocking chairs... My friends call my home the vortex because nobody wants to leave.
It is a dear and lovely disposition, and a most valuable one, that can brush away indignities and discourtesies and seek and find the pleasanter features of an experience.
Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.
How enriched life is by friends! Good friends, new friends, old friends, feathered friends, feline friends, friends of friends.
Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.
When you get to my age, you find that most of your dear friends are gone.
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.
Remember that reputation and integrity are your most valuable assets - and can be lost in a heartbeat.
The most valuable aid I have found in teaching is to remember my own experiences as a student.
I was pretty young. I guess I was in high school, so I was probably 13 years old. It was crazy. I remember it very vividly. I remember - it was actually kind of horrifying, because one of my friends - we smoked out of a bong, and one of my friends - this was so stupid - he didn't want to bring - it was after school on a Friday, and he didn't - we smoked weed in this park called the Ravine that was across the street from my high school.
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