A Quote by Vladimir Mayakovsky

There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold. — © Vladimir Mayakovsky
There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
some mornings... I sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. Everything went past without me.
Did you know that according to legend, the guy who became Buddha decided to seek enlightenment the day he got a touch of gray? "Gray hairs," the would-be Buddha said, "are like angels sent by the god of death".
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
I am not going to respect... gray hairs unless there is wisdom beneath them.
Gray goes with gold. Gray goes with all colors. I've done gray-and-red paintings, and gray and orange go so well together. It takes a long time to make gray because gray has a little bit of color in it.
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
When you're young and you're comin' up, and you dream of gettin' this record deal, and then you actually get it, and, you know, its apples and oranges from everything that you pictured. The line was pretty self-explanatory to me: once I got in my major label agreement, I definitely couldn't deal with it. It was drivin' me crazy, givin' me gray hairs at an early age.
Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown. At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs.
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
I'm 38, and everyone is making a big deal out of it because I got a few gray hairs cropping in my sides.
What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?
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