Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.— Sigmund Freud
Mouth-watering Old Dog quotations
The lion doesn't turn around when the small dog barks.
A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones.
Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
Live your life. Take chances. Be crazy. Don't wait. Because right now is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again.
Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love and loyalty.
They depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.
I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source.
You cannot teach an old dog new tricks
Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.
A dog will teach you unconditional love. If you can have that in your life, things won't be too bad.
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
I exercise about 40 minutes a day, and I'll run one day and do circuit training the next day. I live in an area where there are brilliant hills and mountains, so I get a good hill run with my dog. At home, I'll do the circuit training with old weights, along with pull-ups in the trees and that sort of stuff.
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
The old saw about old dogs and new tricks only applies to certain people.
I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better.
Old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to.
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends.
When the heart is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind from the good old sea blow in to bathe the wound with salt and let it sting. Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird fly in the hole and sing a simple song like a tiny bell and let it ring.
The ego is like a tired old dog. We can never kill it, so put it out on the back porch, let it rest there, and step around it.
If you want something new, you have to stop doing something old.
A good man will take care of his horses and dogs, not only while they are young, but when old and past service.
I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.
Blasphemy is what an old dogma screams at a new truth.
Old days won't open new doors.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
Fifty years from now Britain will still be the country of long shadows on county grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog lovers and pools fillers and - as George Orwell said - “old maids bicycling to Holy Communion through the morning mist” and if we get our way - Shakespeare still read even in school.
In the old days villains had moustaches and kicked the dog.
Audiences are smarter today. They don't want their villain to be thrown at them with green limelight on his face. They want an ordinary human being with failings.
What a beautiful world it would be if people had hearts like dogs.
When a dog bites a man that is not news, but when a man bites a dog that is news.
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.
A country of long shadows on county cricket grounds, warm beer, green suburbs, dog lovers, and old maids cycling to holy communion through the morning mist.
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy". They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life
Know what you're talking about.
Objects of every sort are materials for the new art: paint, food, chairs, electric and neon lights, smoke, water, old socks, a dog, movies, a thousand other things which will be discovered by the present generation of artists.
A dog is one of the remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is it makes us more than dust? My trust in him; in me his trust.
We old bachelors smell like dogs, do we? So be it.
But I must take issue with your claim that doctors who treat female illnesses are womanizers and cynics at heart. Gynecologists deal with savage prose the likes of which you have never dreamed of.
Old ways won't open new doors.
A dog does not live as long as a man and this natural law is the fount of many tears. If boy and puppy might grow to manhood and doghood together, and together grow old, and so in due course die, full many a heartache might be avoided. But the world is not so ordered, and dogs will die and men will weep for them so long as there are dogs and men.
You can say any fool thing to a dog and the dog will just give you this look that says, 'My GOSH, you're RIGHT! I NEVER would've thought of that!
Anyplace of work where you have a cross section of work, you have mini-ecosystem. A little representation of what the planet is. You have the Alpha Dog. You have the young ones, the old ones. The pissed off one. The quiet one.
You can teach an old dog new tricksif the old dog wants to learn.
An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing.