Quotes About Age

One of the useful things about age is realizing conventional wisdom is often simply inertia with a candy coating of conformity.

The difference between fifty and sixty is nothing; the difference between eight and eighteen is more or less a lifetime.

There are many thrilling things about being a grandmother—who knew it would be so satisfying at my age to put my right foot in, to take my right foot out, to put my right foot in, and to shake it all about?

But why not?  What objection do you find?' 'Firstly, he is at least forty years old—considerably more, I should think—and I am but eighteen; secondly, he is narrow-minded and bigoted in the extreme; thirdly, his tastes and feelings are wholly dissimilar to mine; fourthly, his looks, voice, and manner are particularly displeasing to me; and, finally, I have an aversion to his whole person that I never can surmount.

And if I,' said she, 'am young in years, I am old in sorrow;

Anyone who's so petty and pedantic at the age of fifty-four was born that way and is never going to change.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

My theory is that, as with our children, as with every surface of that geodesic dome inside the 8-Ball, every age we've ever been is who we are.

When is a legend legend? Why is a myth a myth? How old and discussed must a fact be for it to be relegated to the category Fairy-tale? And why do certain facts remain incontrovertible while others lose their validity to assume a shabby, unstable character?

How old is too old when you've a right knack with the sick?

No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don't you think? The young are eternally desperate," he said frankly. "And books, they offer hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved.

You reflect your age differently. You reflect its broken heart.

And a sad realization drifted through my head, something to do with how young she was, how good she looked in any light, how light didn't make the slightest difference with her. And how old I was, and how all young people, even plain young people, had begun to look beautiful to me.

In a low voice, I told her many things in English, only using French when for some reason I couldn't find the word I wanted, rambling on about the France of my time, and the crude little colony of New Orleans where I had existed after, and how wondrous this age was, and how I'd become a rock star for a brief time, because I thought that as a symbol of evil I'd do some good.

Tell me–how old are you, Reuben? I'm thirty-eight. How is that for total honesty? Do you know many women who volunteer they're thirty-eight?

The typical conservative Roman was far too practical for that. If you didn't know by age five that the gods were made-up creatures and the myths invented stories, then you were a fool.

He seemed even younger now, as though he were traveling backwards in time, in his mind, or merely becoming innocent, as if the dead, if they are going to stick around, have a right to remember their innocence.

They reflect the age in cynicism which cannot comprehend the death of possibilities, fatuous sophisticated indulgence in the parody of the miraculous, decadence whose last refuge is self-ridicule, a mannered helplessness. You saw them; you've known them all your life. You reflect your age differently. You reflect its broken heart.

There is not a single one of us, no matter how old, that does not have a moral heart, an educated heart, a heart that learned to love while human, and a heart that should have learned ever more deeply to love as preternatural.

Never make a blood drinker of a greater age, said Eudoxia. For a greater mortal age can only lead to misery later on from habits learned in mortal life.

She said that no system based on arcana or esoteric knowledge would survive this age. No new revealed religion could take hold in it.

It's always the young ones who end it. The ones for whom mortality holds magic. As we grow older it's eternity that is our boon.

Information age. I guess I'm part of it, even if I can't remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple of years, and can't retain any profound technological knowledge about the computers I sometimes use.

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