Quotes About Age

Wedded she some years, and to a man Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; And yet, I think, instead of such a ONE 'Twere better to have TWO of five and twenty...

Then away with all such from the head that is hoary! What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory?

And you that sought for magic in your youth but desire it not in your age, know that there is a blindness of spirit which comes from age, more black than the blindness of eye, making a darkness about you across which nothing may be seen, or felt, or known, or in any way apprehended.

I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime, for no imagination copes with it.

It was a credulous age... as all ages are.

The older you get, the deadlier you have to be and you use age to your advantage. You make it a strenght. Most of us are more dangerous the longer we live. If we didn't care about dying when we were young, we're not going to be too concerned about it when we have two feet in our grave.

You shouldn't have married an elderly man." "Virgil was four and fifty when we wed," she [Daphne] said. "That is not exactly Methuselah." "How old were you?" "Nineteen and a half," she said. ""You'd have done better with two husbands of seven and twenty," he said.

You'll turn thirty or forty or fifty anyway, whether your hours are finished or not," she said. "What does it matter what age you are when that happens? Either way, you won't get today back.

We read in the paper about a fifty-five-year-old woman-you read right, that's fifty five- who had quadruplets! Since the pregnancy was in vitro, it was clearly on purpose. I've got to tell you, we were all pretty happy that we hadn't done this and also none of us had ever considered it. Nor had we considered pulling out all our teeth with pliers or slamming our fingers in the car door repeatedly just to see what it feels like.

The older he got, the less he believed and then the less he believed the more capable he was of believing. Such a cool paradox. He said.

Women might not like to admit their age, but men don't like to act theirs.

Why do you get to act all crazy over a guy and I don't? Anna asked. You have to earn the crazy, Grace said. You're not old enough yet.

By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

There are people my age competing at the Olympics and I still try to enter Walmart through the exit-only door.

The special please, she said, waving a coupon from the week's paper. The young rejuvenating facial. I want to look thirty. Mom, Jonathan said. It's a facial, not a magic wand. She rolled up the paper and swatted him with it. Fine, I'll take forty. She gave Lily a hug. And you! How lovely to see you again! She turned to Jonathan. So... you can make me look forty, right? How about gorgeous? Jonathan asked his mom. Does gorgeous work for you?

Life is not about perfection. It's about progress. And progress only comes with age.

Finally, there's the often disregarded but equally important psychological age. Age can be a self-fulfilling prophecy. What you believe affects your behavior, and how you behave affects your reality.

There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.

I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

Only the young think being called old is an insult," I said, still smiling. "I am what I am, regardless of what anyone calls it. No one can change it, regardless of what anyone calls it. And it mostly means that nothing has managed to kill me yet.

Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.

I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.

she had that kind of matronly plumpness that comes with age, pasta, and a comfortable life.