As a senior, you may be wondering what you want to do with your life after high school. College? Travel? Get a job? Options are limitless, but it will be good to have a plan. Use the high school senior quotes about life below to come up with ideas on what you want to make of yourself after high school. The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
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".
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
A silly society is a youth-obsessed society: To the Chinese, who appreciate the value of experience, the greater the ratio in a team of grey 'hairs and no-hairs' to 'black hairs' the faster and better a task will be completed. The opposite assumption obtains in the youth-obsessed U.S.
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.
A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
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.