Quotes About Reflection

Youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret.

In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made.

Old age is not total misery, experience helps.

The greatest problem about old age is the fear that it may go on too long.

'Age' is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.

The philosophies of one age have become the absurdities of the next, and the foolishness of yesterday has become the wisdom of tomorrow.

I must confess, I was born at a very early age.

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

It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.

To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.

Old age deprives the intelligent man only of qualities useless to wisdom.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

On the whole, age comes more gently to those who have some doorway into an abstract world-art, or philosophy, or learning-regions where the years are scarcely noticed and the young and old can meet in a pale truthful light.

In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.

The more I look around and listen I realize that I'm not alone. We are all facing choices that define us. No choice. However messy is without importance in the overall picture of our lives. We all at our own age have to claim something, even if it's.

A woman has the age she deserves.

Young people don't know what age is, and old people forget what youth was.

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.

The excess of our youth are checks written against our age and they are payable with interest thirty years later.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

There has never been an age that did not applaud the past and lament the present.