Quotes About Age

Our human allies claim that eloim grow only more lovely as they age; Metatron is a testament to that supposition.

He sensed its great age beneath his feet and even now, closing his eyes upon the busy street, fancied he could sense its previous incarnations, when the streets had been merely mud. Perhaps it had always been filthy.

I am Shemyaza's vizier, his adviser. The age of this body has little to do with the maturity of my soul, or the fact that once I lived in Grigori flesh.

The crone's words hung on the air as if she'd scrawled them in light.

Tahira was tall and unbent by age, although her advanced years showed in the weathering of her face. Long, grey hair that looked as strong as steel wire curled down over her shoulders. She wore heavy jewelry of malachite inlaid silver at her throat and wrists, around her spare shoulders hung a large, fringed shawl of red and yellow silk. She listened without expression as Qimei explained what he required of her.

Your soul is old, Daniel, yet irrespressibly young. Stay by your master, for he needs you.

Is it possible to be born old? Because I certainly feel it sometimes. How can we hope to stand against unstoppable progress; how can we possibly win a war against the forces of science?

Where Insch was bald, Steel looked as if someone had sellotaped a Cairn terrier to her head. Rumour had it she was only forty-two, but she looked a lot older. Years of chain smoking had left her face looking like a holiday home for lines and wrinkles.

I actually think the whole concept of retirement is a bit stupid, so yes, I do want to do something else. There is this strange thing that just because chronologically on a Friday night you have reached a certain age... with all that experience, how can it be that on a Monday morning, you are useless?

It isn't the calendar age that determines a man's restlessness. It is daily circumstance, an *awareness* of being hurt, and an inordinate hunger for "another way".

Even graying and bearing the documentation of our years in form and face, somewhere inside we are all twenty years old

that she is beautiful, an impossible kind of beauty, composed of all the wrong elements: white hair, the flawless but deeply lined skin, the freckles of age dotting the hands and face.

This was all of it, no doubt, the strange passing feeling that had come to me in the boat. Age. Vanity. The impossibility of accepting the new versions of oneself that life kept offering. The impossibility of the old version's vanishing.

The change needed to restore good feeling cannot be reached by remanding women to the spinning wheel, and the contentment of her grandmother, but by conceding to her every right which the spirit of the age demands. Modern invention has banished the spinning wheel, and the same law of progress makes the woman of today a different woman from her grandmother.

So the Dark did a simple thing. They showed the maker of the sword his own uncertainty and fear. Fear of having done the wrong thing--fear that having done this one great thing, he would never again be able to accomplish anything of great worth--fear of age, of insufficiency, of unmet promise. All such great fears, that are the doom of people given the gift of making, and lie always somewhere in their minds.

It's hard to be taken seriously by anybody above the age of 18 or 20 or something when you're doing a social media tour.

I think old people like Hillary Clinton and I shouldn't try and be cool with social networks, you know; maybe she should leave that stuff up to Chelsea.

Let me tell you exactly what we would do on Social Security. Yes, we'd raise the retirement age two years and phase it in over 25 years; that means we'd raise it one month a year for 25 years when we're all living longer, and living better lives.

The debate over Social Security should not be about how much we can cut from the program in order to balance the federal budget. The debate over Social Security should not be about raising the retirement age or limiting benefits. The debate over Social Security should be about retirement security.

Raising the age of Social Security retirement is not the answer. For so many jobs that are back-breaking jobs, physically burdensome jobs, we're raising the age already to 67. These people are going to struggle to get to that point.

There is nothing in socialism that a little age or a little money will not cure.

There's no socially acceptable middle age.

I think falling in love with an older woman is not abnormal. It happens a lot in our society, but it's just that it is not accepted with open arms.

Someone told me I looked like a young Tonya Harding recently, as if 'young' would soften the blow.