Quotes About Age

My history teacher was so old, he taught from memory.

Most people who have been enlightened in previous incarnations normally begin to regain their past-life enlightenment around the age of twenty-nine, when their astrological Saturn return takes place.

I was very short. Everybody else was two years older in my class, and I had curly hair and was teacher's pet.

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

Some of your teachers are actually closer in age to you than you think.

She was many years older than my husband, running on the fumes of her beauty.

Our age has need of violence, he writes. And he is violence.

You are a real hermaphrodite, Mafouka,' I said. 'That is what our age is supposed to have produced because the tension between the masculine and the feminine has broken down, people are mostly half of one and half of the other. But I have never seen it before—actually, physically. It must make you very unhappy.

Frailty. Sweet, treacherous acquiescence. Bird docility. You became a woman with me. I was almost terrified by it. You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

How can my body betray me when there is so much still to be done? You see, it isn't age itself that betrays you; it is your body, and with its deterioration goes your power. You end up obsessed, entirely focused on your health, paying attention to every nuance, every ache and pain. Instead of working or living your life, you waste your time on appointments with doctors.

How can any of this be of importance or value to you right now? Maybe it will be useful only in the future to assure you that with age everything, yes, everything, in one way or another, falls into place. You can face your past in a way you never thought possible: confidently, securely, and without fear.

A mon âge, on ne voyage plus sans bibliothèque.

The enthusiasm which induced a priest, notary, and teacher like Knox to carry a claymore in defence of a beloved teacher, Wishart, seems more appropriate to a man of about thirty than a man of forty, and, so far, supports the opinion that, in 1545, Knox was only thirty years of age. 

The thing to remember is that the skull is fixed in position, and, with the exception of the jaw, immovable, and that the flesh is mobile and ever-changing, and also affected by health, emotion, and age. After the skull is fully matured, it remains the same through life and is a structural foundation for the varying appearance of the flesh.

Less knows so well the pleasures of youth—danger, excitement, losing oneself in a dark club with a pill, a shot, a stranger's mouth—and, with Robert and his friends, the pleasures of age—comfort and ease, beauty and taste, old friends and old stories and wine, whiskey, sunsets over the water. His entire life, he has alternated between the two.

Strange to be almost fifty, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young.

an author too old to be fresh and too young to be rediscovered

Maybe I'm a bad writer." "No. You're a very good writer. Kalipso was a chef d'oeuvre. So beautiful, Arthur. I admired it a lot." Now Less is stumped. He probes his weaknesses. Too magniloquent? Too spoony? "Too old?" he ventures. "We're all over fifty, Arthur. It's not that you're a bad writer." Finley pauses for effect. "It's that you're a bad gay.

Maybe he never did. Less knows so well the pleasures of youth—danger, excitement, losing oneself in a dark club with a pill, a shot, a stranger's mouth—and, with Robert and his friends, the pleasures of age—comfort and ease, beauty and taste, old friends and old stories and wine, whiskey, sunsets over

The beauty of his youth somehow taken from its winter storage and given back to him in middle age.

Strange to be almost 50, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young.

Strange to be almost 50, no? I feel like I just understood how to be young." "Yes. It's like the last day in a foreign country. You finally figure out where to get coffee and drinks and a good steak and then you have to leave. And you won't ever be back.

river and is very old and water stained in ways that would delight a painter and trouble a contractor;