Quotes About Age

Ideals are replaced by conventional goals at a certain age.

Why should 20-year-olds only be considered sexy? I think we get better with age.

If one day equaled the age of the universe, all of recorded history would be no more than ten seconds.

Women of reproductive age are being urged to get IUDs. They can last six to twelve years and so might outlast the shuttering of the clinics. But it's suddenly hard to get in to see a doctor; the appointments are all booked for months and the waiting rooms at the walk-in clinics are full of nervous white women.

The age we live in is a busy age in which knowledge is rapidly advancing towards perfection.

"Nothing, so it seems to me," said the stranger, "is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life…. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of—of things longer."

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.

Don't trust anyone over thirty.

There are two barriers that often prevent communication between the young and their elders. The first is middle-aged forgetfulness of the fact that they themselves are no longer young. The second is youthful ignorance of the fact that the middle aged are still alive.

The old man began to sing. His voice was very lovely and obviously a part of something that the world had disposed of in its haste, evidence of a grander, kinder past.

Can you be sure?" "I haven't spent the last fifteen hundred years learning how to knit my own socks, boy!" The crone looked like she might box Heinrich's ears, if she could reach them.

TV is sort of the only way to go for an actress my age to make a decent salary with independent films, you just can't.

At the end of the day, though, the entire basis for consent laws doesn't make sense. We're not old enough to decide if we don't want a baby, but we are old enough to have one?

What we call the wisdom that comes with age is usually simple caution.

Um die Hauptsache nicht zu vergessen, bitte ich euch in dieser hoffentlich unverlierbaren Stunde: Vergesst eure Jugend nicht! Das klingt jetzt, wo ihr noch Kinder seid, recht überflüssig. Aber es ist nicht überflüssig. Glaubt es uns! Wir sind älter geworden und trotzdem jung geblieben. Wir wissen Bescheid, wir beiden!

But probably that's the way of the world - when we have finally learned something we're too old to apply it - and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.

Haven't you ever observed how we live in an age of self-persecution? What a lot of things there are one might do that one doesn't - and yet why, God only knows. Work has become so tremendously important to-day, because so many have none, I suppose, that it kills everything else... Work, work, work . . . an abominable obsession - and always under the illusion it will be different later. And it never is different. Queer, isn't it, that anyone should do that with his life?

One is never too young. Only always too old.

You see," said Otto. "That's the gift of age. Tears and laughter—quick changes. No resentments. Something one might well learn," he observed meditatively.

But is the primary law of this world, where the old rule the young, that one must serve one's time. It is no question of ability. Else what would become of old dodderers who cling to their power?

Elhagyatottak vagyunk, akár a gyermek, és tapasztaltak, mint az öregember. Durvák, szomorúak és fölületesek vagyunk – azt hiszem, el vagyunk veszve.

What has Kantorek [their teacher] written to you?' Muller asks him [Kropp]. He laughs. 'We are the Iron Youth.' We all three smile bitterly . . . Yes, that's what they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? Youth? That is long ago. We are old folk.

It's a primary law of this world that the old rule the young, that one must serve mine's time. It is no question of ability. Else what would become of the old dodderers who cling to power?

Iron Youth. Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? Youth? That is long ago. We are old folk.