I am the curtain above your eyes, Where worry lines can slowly rise. I wear your thoughts, yet I cannot see, A mirror is needed to look at me .What am I?

People spend me, save me, waste me too, yet once I’m gone, I won’t return to you.

Please remove your barnacles from here. Otherwise I'll send you to the strawberry patch and you'll do the same name.

Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?

A pilot’s pride, a gambler’s cheer, my name appears in many spheres. Though worlds apart these meanings be, what single word describes both me?