Quotes About Age

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement. Sometimes I think: I am older than this tree, older than this bench, older than the rain. And yet. I'm not older than the rain. It's been falling for years and after I go it will keep on falling.

I though, So this is how they send the angel. Stalled at the age when she loved you most.

I hope you don't mind my saying so, boss, but I don't think your brain is quite formed yet. How old are you? —Thirty-five. —Then it never will be.

an age of unparalleled economic inequality, growing authoritarianism, and social Darwinism, with a left that has turned its back on the class struggle.

M.R.: In the humanities certain professors spend their time in effect teaching their Ph.D. thesis. N.C.: Anybody who teaches at age fifty what he was teaching at age twenty-five had better find another profession. If in twenty-five years nothing has happened which proves to you that your ideas were wrong, it means that you are not in a living field, or perhaps are part of a religious sect.

I look as young as a person can look given how old I am.

The point is that for a long time, the fact that I was divorced was the most important thing about me. And now it's not. Now the most important thing about me is that I'm old.

I'm old. I am sixty-nine years old. I'm not really old, of course. Really old is eighty. But if you are young, you would definitely think that I'm old.

Obviously at wit's end, he scrubbed his hands over his face. "Doesn't your breed stop having birthdays at forty?" "We may stop counting, Dr. Carnegie, but that doesn't mean we don't expect an appropriate gift on the occasion.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connections and constancy. And, love. She snapped the embrace, but that wasn't it. She snapped the glitter of tears, and still, no. Then Alison lowered her forehead to her grandmother's, and even as her lips curved, a single tear slid down her cheek while the dress glowed and glittered behind them. Perfect. The blue butterfly.

Sou assim velho porque tive o prazer de viver muito.

That's what I used to tell her. And she'd say it's not the age, it's the seniority. She loves you. A lot. Feeling's mutual. What're you smiling at?

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and, ah, how old is my heart. —WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Contrary to some expectations. Europe's brush with modern power revived its Christian culture. The 'Railway Age' was also the age of muscular Christianity.

The Eagles' song Take It Easy) is clearly a problem of a young man, as no one over thirty-five could sustain interest in seven simultaneous relationships unless they're biracial and amazing at golf.

We live in an age where virtually no content is lost and virtually all content is shared. The sheer amount of information about every current idea makes those concepts difficult to contradict, particularly in a framework where public consensus has become the ultimate arbiter of validity. In other words, we're starting to behave as if we've reached the end of human knowledge. And while that notion is undoubtedly false, the sensation of certitude it generates is paralyzing.

The nineties were not an age for the aspirant. The worst thing you could be was a sellout, and not because selling out involved money. Selling out meant you needed to be popular, and any explicit desire for approval was enough to prove you were terrible.

By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.

Young people want mirrors. Older people want art.

My father never went to college so it was really important I go to college. After college, I called him long distance and said, now what? My dad didn't know. When I got a job and turned twenty-five, long distance, I said, now what? My dad didn't know, so he said, get married. I'm a thirty-year-old boy, and I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer I need.

The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.