I Think Just The Opposite Is True:

Love Does Not Die, When Someone Gets Old, People Get Old, Because They Can Not Love Anymore.

He Spent Six Hours Examining Things, Trying To Find A Difference From Their Appearance On The Previous Day In The Hope Of Discovering In Them Some Change That Would Reveal The Passage Of Time.

Why Do You Insist On Talking About What Does Not Exist?

Then He Knew That They Had Rounded The Cape Of Good Hope, And He Took Her Large, Soft Hand Again And Covered It With Forlorn Little Kisses, First The Hard Metacarpus, The Long, Discerning Fingers, The Diaphanous Nails, And Then The Hieroglyphics Of Her Destiny On Her Perspiring Palm.

Everyone Has Three Lives: A Public Life, A Private Life, And A Secret Life.