“On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling.Yet here we are.”
“I am too young to be called wise and I am too old to be called young.”
“And what was the song which she sang? Ah, my little man, I am too old to sing that song, and you too young to understand it.”
“What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?”
“I needed to know that Death was here, in the room, and that I was too fast, too young, and too smart for him.”
“I am too young and I've loved you too much.”