I've found a formula for avoiding these exaggerated fears of age; you take care of every day - let the calendar take care of the years.
My 2005 calendar we actually did a shoot in Lake Las Vegas. Since I had requests do some swimwear and athletic shots we tried them and they came out good so we inserted them into the new calendar.
The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.
I have done so much: modeling, acting, singing, the calendar, the lingerie line, and there have been times where I have wanted to give up but I went for it.
I've never been one of those who wanted to fill my calendar up 90 percent of the time.
As for September 11, let us not too easily grant the Americans possession of that date on the calendar. Like May 1 or July 14 or December 25, September 11 may seem full of significance to some people, while to other people it is just another day.
I have been looking forward to this age of my life for a long time. In my twenties, I marked the days on the calendar - I was sick of playing high-school kids.
Every time you tear a leaf off a calendar, you present a new place for new ideas and progress.
The main thing is healthy eating, exercise, which I do for special events, like if it's Sports Illustrated, or the swim suit catalogue for Victoria's Secret, or my own calendar that I did for the year 2000.
I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.
I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again
There are only two days on my calendar... today and the day of judgment
There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive? The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks from the springs of the bed.
The Playboy Calendar this year has some tiptop models. Any more top and they'd tip.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
More software projects have gone awry for lack of calendar time than for all other causes combined.
Dogs, ye have had your day!
LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!
I write everything down. I e-mail the second I think of something, or I write notes in my BlackBerry calendar. I set up reminder alerts on my phone. And I have a notebook by my bedside so I can write down any last-minute ideas.
Where's Barack Obama when Christmas references are being erased from civic calendars? Is he crying out in defense of religious liberty and our First Amendment? Nope. He's as silent as a church mouse. And animosity toward religion continues to grow.
The day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life.
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.
The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.
Equanimity is the gem in virtue's chaplet, and St. Sweetness the loveliest in her calendar.
My husband, Sal, and I put date nights on the calendar once a week. I know that doesn't sound romantic, but otherwise it won't get done.
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