Quotes About Transition

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the passing, we have arrived.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem -and in my esteem age is not estimable.

At middle age the soul should be opening up like a rose, not closing up like a cabbage.

Old age is - a lot of crossed off names in an address book.

I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.

Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair. Time, doing this to me, may alter too. My sorrow, into something I can bear.

It is not well to make great changes in old age.

Old age is the most unexpected of all things that happen to a man.

Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

One of the many things nobody ever tells you about middle age is that it's such a nice change from being young.

Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

Man arrives as a novice at each age of his life.

It is possible that mankind is on the threshold of a golden age; but, if so, it will be necessary first to slay the dragon that guards the door, and this dragon is religion.

As a child, a library card takes you to exotic, faraway places. When you're grown up, a credit card does it.

Life is like stepping onto a boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink.

I enjoy life. I think I'll enjoy death even more.

For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.