Best 62 quotes in «old fashioned quotes» category

It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.

I was raised in a very old fashioned Ireland where women were reared to be lovely.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned. But I remember the beauty and thrill of being moved by Broadway musicals - particularly the endings of shows.

I wouldn't have turned out the way I was if I didn't have all those old-fashioned values to rebel against.

Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

Let's have some good, old-fashioned literature, with a virgin and a moral.

The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude.

The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.

This is going to be an old fashioned Baptist camp meeting with old fashioned singing, preaching and testifying.

A traditionalist’s values are gleaned from all that is good in the past.

No texting. What happens then? Good old-fashioned letters.

You really have to go searching desperately to find any contemporary examples of good, old-fashioned runaway inflation.

You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.

An old fashioned outfit is not a costume, it's a comedy.

Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.

Any girl with a grin never looks grim.

Fashion doesn't make you perfect, but it makes you pretty.

Be batty, be traditional, and be proud.

By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.

Be charming.

Do you think I am too old, Savannah?” he asked softly, taking strands of her hair into his mouth. So soft. So much like silk but even better. “Not old, Gregori,” she corrected gently. “Just old-fashioned. You have a tendency to believe women should always do as they’re told.” He found himself laughing. “Not that you do.

Henceforth letter-writing had to take the place of all the affection that could not be lived.

LED lighting has its place: cold, detached, hollow places like office buildings, factories, fast food chains and public schools - places full of humans but no human emotions. LED lighting really belongs in the apathy of the digital age, where science and technology rules over friendship, love and freedom. Incandescent light bulbs have a warm yellow-orange glow like the glow of a nice fireplace, where friends and family might sit and talk together or where children might open Christmas presents, a glow that can project celluloid films and bring back old memories, a glow that can light the text of a paperback novel. Something that beautiful, with that much power, could never last very long in a time as depressing and uncertain as the 21st century.

Høibro kunde ikke forstå at denne tørre fremskridtskvinde med kort hår blandet sig i slike spørsmål som ægteskapet, hun stod i hans forestilling som en art hanmenneske i skjørter, et væsen av det tredje kjøn; stak man hul på hende vilde hun blø sand.

I know it sounds foolishly old fashioned, but I'm stuck with this idea that there's something dignified and noble about facing your enemy and looking him in the eye before you thrust a saber in his heart.

I guess you can call me "old fashioned". I prefer the book with the pages that you can actually turn. Sure, I may have to lick the tip of my fingers so that the pages don't stick together when I'm enraptured in a story that I can't wait to get to the next page. But nothing beats the sound that an actual, physical book makes when you first crack it open or the smell of new, fresh printed words on the creamy white paper of a page turner.

I prefer happiness to unhappiness, pleasure to pain. I'm old-fashioned that way.

It is you who are old fashioned with your machine-guns and your gas and your talk of country.

I was too old-fashioned male-chauv to allow that; we discussed for a minute and I wound up with the couch

Those with traditional sense will follow what their heart tells them is right.

Sal, straight, no matter where I live, my trunk's always sticking out from under the bed, I'm ready to leave or get thrown out. I've decided to leave everything out of my hands. You've seen me try and break my ass to make it and you know that it doesn't matter and we know time — how to slow it up and walk and dig and just old-fashioned spade kicks, what other kicks are there? We know.

Sit back and enjoy. And remember: Always be careful what you say around your kids.

Mine is a so-called vintage existence, anachronistic living, made all the more rewarding by keeping a raised eyebrow on the absurdities of modern life.

Preserve the spirit of a ‘lost’ age, when time moved slower.

Recent generations seem to consider ‘old-fashioned’ thinking as out-dated and without place in the modern world. I beg to differ. After all, who has greater faith? He who looks to and learns from the past, or the man who cares not for consequence?

Being unprepared makes me nervous. I'm old-fashioned show folk.

We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.

Where people wish to attach, they should always be ignorant. To come with a well−informed mind is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid.

With right fashion, every female would be a flame.

You see, unlike most writers today, I do not use a computer. I write the old-fashioned way: on the walls of caves.

When I get tired of new clunky writing, I resort to old fashioned story tellers, like Wilkie Collins.

With the heady scent of yeast in the air, it quickly becomes clear that Langer's hasn't changed at all. The black-and-white-checked linoleum floor, the tin ceiling, the heavy brass cash register, all still here. The curved-front glass cases with their wood counter, filled with the same offerings: the butter cookies of various shapes and toppings, four kinds of rugelach, mandel bread, black-and-white cookies, and brilliant-yellow smiley face cookies. Cupcakes, chocolate or vanilla, with either chocolate or vanilla frosting piled on thick. Brownies, with or without nuts. Cheesecake squares. Coconut macaroons. Four kinds of Danish. The foil loaf pans of the bread pudding made from the day-old challahs. And on the glass shelves behind the counter, the breads. Challahs, round with raisins and braided either plain or with sesame. Rye, with and without caraway seeds. Onion kuchen, sort of strange almost-pizza-like bread that my dad loves, and the smaller, puffier onion rolls that I prefer. Cloverleaf rolls. Babkas. The wood-topped cafe tables with their white chairs, still filled with the little gossipy ladies from the neighborhood, who come in for their mandel bread and rugelach, for their Friday challah and Sunday babka, and take a moment to share a Danish or apple dumpling and brag about grandchildren.

Granny was an old-fashioned witch. She didn’t do good for people, she did right by them.

Erdogan wants an old-fashioned Islam, if you will, for lack of a better term.

Call me old-fashioned, but I like my conditioners to be conditioners and my shampoos to be shampoos.

Europe is endearingly old fashioned in its secularism.

I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.

I am just old-fashioned enough to prefer long hair.

I have a very old-fashioned and traditional mode of dress. I get embarrassed, and I don't really like going to photo shoots. I don't like stylists.