Quotes About Age

The longer you live, the better you get.

He's 71. He's not going to admit he's wrong, ever.

It's interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

It is love in old age, no longer blind, that is true love. For the love's highest intensity doesn't necessarily mean it's highest quality.

This was the sickness of the age, the revolutionary madness of the epoch. In thought everyone was different from his words and outward show. No one had a clear conscience. Each with good reason could feel himself guilty, a secret criminal, an unexposed deceiver.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Poor gentleman, said Mr Segundus. Perhaps it is the age. It is not an age for magic or scholarship, is it sir? Tradesmen prosper, sailors, politicians, but not magicians. Our time is past.

Like Mrs Pleasance I always fancy that misers are old. I cannot tell why this should be since I am sure that there are as many young misers as old. As to whether or not Mr Norrell was in fact old, he was the sort of man who had been old at seventeen.

I would like to point out, though, Lady Georgiana, he continued, that you have decided to stay in a household with five single gentlemen, three of them adults. Four, Andrew broke in, coloring. I'm seventeen. That's older than Romeo was when he married Juliet. And it's younger than I am, which is what counts, Tristan countered, sending his brother a stern look.

Wouldn't you be pleased if I decided I'm becoming too old for adventuring?" Viscount Dare frowned. "You're not too old for it. But I'd like to think you're becoming too wise for it.

Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. -- from Lady Lazarus, written 23-29 October 1962

A psychiatrist is the God of our age. But they cost money.

The future is a grey seagull Tattling in its cat-voice of departure. Age and terror, like nurses, attend her, And a drowned man, complaining of the great cold, Crawls up out of the sea. --from A Life, written 18 November 1960

Eager always still for the promising future which, even if twenty years are gone, is not the final word, nor the stiffening of old uncreative age. Always the promise, the hope, the dream, amid whatever poverty, war, disease and adversity – always persists the credulous human vision, of something better than that which is.

The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract ...

Old men ought to be explorers

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.

The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract. by this, and only this, we have existed.

The young feel tired at the end of an action— The old, at the beginning.

A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.

I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.

The trouble of the modern age is not merely the inability to believe certain things about God and man which our forefathers believed, but the inability to feel towards God and man as they did.