Quotes About Age

His name is Robert Paulson and he is forty-eight years old. His name is Robert Paulson, and Robert Paulson will be forty-eight years old, forever.

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.

Young people want mirrors. Older people want art. If I couldn't see myself, my world, in Cheever or Gatsby, I rejected them.

It's a fucking Fiero, dude. It's twenty years old. It has 150,000 miles on it, which is practically what it takes to get to the moon. I'm going to bet if I open this thing up, it's going to smell like stale Drakkar Noir and chemical pine scent. There is probably a dead rat in the trunk. Maybe a whole nest of dead rats and rat babies. She finishes her drawing. (Spoiler alert: it's a penis.) You should really be paying me to take this burden of Detroit steel off your hands.

The age of the insect, he thinks. The meek truly shall inherit the earth.

I'm forty-two years old—which is a lot more like middle age than forty or even forty-one.

She was so beautiful, you see. Not in any two-dimensional sense: she wasn't young, she wasn't innocent, she didn't have that pristine symmetry so favored by ad-men and photographers. Her face was plainly that of a woman in her early forties: it had been used to laugh and cry, and usage leaves its marks. But she had a power to transform herself, in the subtlest way, making that face as various as the sky.

With Floyd we had three hundred and ninety-eight years between us. All that bitter experience, he said, and not one of us wise.

At thirty-four, she'd decided she'd grown out of sex. Bed was for sleep, especially for fat girls.

Sure, Desdemona, at the receptionist's age, and seeing some poor woman in a second-hand gown and a plaster-cast of makeup to cover the encroaching menaces of age - wouldn't she have shot the same withering glance?

At ninety, everything is air and the difference between you and the medium of your passage is disintegrating with every increment of the ascension.

She was sure he had claimed a hundred and one years at his last party. He was only half that, which meant he was the oldest slave anyone on the two Randall plantations had ever met. Once you got that old, you might as well be ninety-eight or a hundred and eight. Nothing left for the world to show you but the latest incarnations of cruelty.

Once you got that old, you might as well be ninety-eight or a hundred and eight. Nothing left for the world to show you but the latest incarnations of cruelty.

Maynard Spencer was a white man in his late fifties, bits of silver in his cropped black hair. A real "crack of dawner," as Harriet used to say, who moved with a deliberate air, as if he rehearsed everything in front of a mirror.

I didn't have illusions about being one of the November Nine. We live in an age in which sitcoms outnumber miracles, and perhaps that is what we deserve.

Chester Miller was in his late fifties, slim-built except for his belly, which perched on his belt like an egg. A little sleepy.

The luxury of age was the giving up of vanity.

It was as if they wanted to take their older bodies and put their younger hearts inside.

Listening to these people is like listening to trees—sooner or later the tree is sliced open and the watermarks reveal their age.

I don't remember which philosopher it was who said: There is never any shortage of old women.

Every age has its own collective neurosis, and every age needs its own psychotherapy to cope with it.

Every age has its own collective neurosis, and every age needs its own psychotherapy to cope with it. The existential vacuum which is the mass neurosis of the present time can be described as a private and personal form of nihilism; for nihilism can be defined as the contention that being has no meaning.

Surge age, et haec laetus longaevo dicta parenti haud dubitanda refer:  Corythum terrasque requirat Ausonias; Dictaea negat tibi Iuppiter arva.

Immo age, et a prima dic, hospes, origine nobis insidias,' inquit, 'Danaum, casusque tuorum, erroresque tuos; nam te iam septima portat omnibus errantem terris et fluctibus aestas.