Quotes About Age

I WAS SITTING in one of our director's scuffed chairs next to a man who clearly knew me, since he'd nodded with some familiarity when I entered. I couldn't, however, place him beyond his being a federal prosecutor. About my age—forty—and short, a bit doughy, with hair in need of a trim. A fox's eyes. Aaron

Jack. "When I was your age," he

the same pulling power as the other lads in the bank." "I'll tell you about the other lads," said Cedric. "Once they've got a couple of pints in them, they'd have you believe they give James Bond lessons. And I can tell you, with most of them, it's all talk." "Did you have the same problem when you were my age?" "Certainly not," said Cedric. "But then I met Beryl when I was six, and I haven't looked

My house fly theory is related to my theory about why time seems to go faster as you get older. Why's that? the girl asked. It's proportional, Leonard explained. When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater percentage of the whole.

Chucking her under her chin, he said, What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets. And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: Obviously, Doctor, she said, you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

But by the time Madeleine reached the age that Alwyn had been then, she realized that her sister's iconoclasm and liberationist commitments had just been part of a trend. Alwyn had done the things she had done and voiced the political opinions she'd voiced because all her friends were acting and talking the same way.

It occurred to us that she and the girls read secret signs of misery in cloud formations, that despite the discrepancies in their ages something timeless communicated itself between them, as though she were advising the girls in her mumbling Greek, Don't waste your time on life.

I ask you: is dullness a gift? Intelligence a curse? I'm forty-seven years old and live alone.

When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater percentage of the whole.

I ask you: is dullness a gift? Intelligence a curse? I'm fort-seven years old and live alone.

Yeah, I'm over forty, flighty, and fluffy- I'd say I'm not ideal bouncer material.

Clinicians have told me that our emotional is arrested at the age that an eating disorder takes control of our lives. After we recover, we pick up emotionally where we left off at that age.

Mason was leaving her for a fifty-four-year-old woman who didn't moisturize

I'm thirty-four. You don't look thirty-four. That's because I'm not married. Mae's smile felt as if it were set in concrete. Marriage tends to age a woman.

Don't let foolish assumptions about what's appropriate keep you from a good man. There are too few good men around to ignore one just because he's the perfect age for you.

Don't let foolish assumptions about what's appropriate keep you from a good man. There are too few good men around to ignore one just because he's the perfect age for you.

She's startin' to show her age, bless her heart, Brenda said with satisfaction. She was up all night working on your dress for your granddaughter, Lisa Livia snapped. She was up all night ruining my wedding dress, Brenda shot back. Bless her heart, Agnes said. Brenda jerked back to glare at Agnes.

Eight years older than me

No one thought it odd that at her funeral Elton John should perform a reworking of the song he had originally composed as hero-worship to Marilyn Monroe, for she too was an icon for a secular age and in the end icons of that kind are interchangeable.

Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago, has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.

In walked a woman whose attitude was certainly in its fifties if she was not.

erhaps it was the difference in age between the countries—America with its expansive youth, building all those drive-in movie theaters and cowboy restaurants; Italians living in endless contraction, in the artifacts of generations, in the bones of empires.

Alarmingly, though, on top of the bookcase there is also a family portrait of Bea with two just-as-striking blond-and-blue-eyed sisters and a pair of handsome proud Nordic parents, whose stares make me aware of the vast age difference between Bea and me, and I am profoundly ashamed to be here buying drugs in this girl's apartment. What I'd really like to do, I think, is lie down on this couch and take a nap.

Twenty-three is old. It's almost 25, which is like almost mid-20s.