Thirty Years Old Quotes by Nick Hornby, H. L. Mencken, Neal Stephenson, Pete Rose, John Sayles, Jack Kerouac and many others.
Barry, you’re over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.
I have often argued that a poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child. I begin to suspect that there may be some truth in it.
Software development, like professional sports, has a way of making thirty-year-old men feel decrepit.
Doctors tell me I have the body of a thirty year old. I know I have the brain of a fifteen year old. If you’ve got both, you can play baseball.
Well, acting is cheap; I knew all these actors who weren’t in the Screen Actors Guild yet, and it happened that they were all just about thirty years old.
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who’d kill anybody who said something against his mother.
I’m thirty years old, but I read at the thirty-four-year-old level.
Which of us that is thirty years old has not had its Pompeii? Deep under ashes lies the life of youth–the careless sport, the pleasure and the passion, the darling joy.
A man thirty years old, I said to myself, should have his field of life all ploughed, and his planting well done; for after that it is summer time.
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.
A man is thirty years old before he has any settled thoughts of his fortune; it is not completed before fifty. He falls to building in his old age, and dies by the time his house is in a condition to be painted and glazed.
When I was thirty years old and a half, God sent me a bodily sickness, in which I lay three days and three nights; and on the fourth night I took all my rites of Holy Church, and weened not to have lived till day.
So. You refuse my money, you serve me thirty-year-old Highland Park scotch, and we’ve been in the same room for approximately five minutes, yet none of my bones are broken. This leads me to believe that your back is against the wall and you desperately need me for something. I’m dying to know what that is.
Hey, single malt scotch, youre thirty years old. When are you going to settle down and get married to my stomach?
The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.
Bob Dylan will be thirty years old this month…” “That’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard.