Quotes About Aging

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

No one should be alone in their old age, he thought. But it is unavoidable.

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eight-four days now without taking a fish.

If you ever live to be as old as I am you will find many things strange." "You never seem old." "It is the body that is old. Sometimes I am afraid I will break off a finger as one breaks a stick of chalk. And the spirit is no older and not much wiser." "You are wise." "No, that is the great fallacy; the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful." "Perhaps that is wisdom." "It is a very unattractive wisdom.

The old man drank his coffee slowly. It was all he would have all day and he knew that he should take it. For a long time now eating had bored him and he never carried a lunch.

than those damn—Oh hell, I can't even remember the name of them." "You're not supposed to swear when we are around," Thomas Hudson corrected. "I'm sorry, papa," the small boy said. "I can't help it that I'm so damn young. I'm sorry again. I mean so young.

Nimeni n-ar trebui s? r?mân? singur când îmb?trâneÈ™te.

In the day time the street was dusty, but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference

Everything about the old man was old with the sole exception of his eyes. His eyes resembled the colour of the sea and were joyous and unconquered.

Now the boy was gone and the kitten had grown into an old cat and had outlived the boy. The way he and Boise felt now, he thought, neither one wanted to outlive the other. I don't know how many people and animals have been in love before, he thought. It probably is a very comic situation. But I don't find it comic at all.

He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

If you ever live to be as old as I am you will find many things strange.' 'You never seem old.' 'It is the body that is old. Sometimes I am afraid I will break off a finger as one breaks a stick of chalk. And the spirit is no older and not much wiser.

But you have not slept yet, old man," he said aloud. "It is half a day and a night and now another day and you have not slept. You must devise a way so that you sleep a little if he is quiet and steady. If you do not sleep you might become unclear in the head.

They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert. Everything

You will not be nineteen always

Es un oficio bastante malo,' he repeated, 'loving me.' 'Yes. But it is the only one I have.' 'Don't you write any more poetry?' 'It was young girl poetry. Like young girl painting. Everyone is talented at a certain age.' At what age do you become old in this country, the Colonel thought. No one is ever old in Venice, but they grow up very fast. I grew up very rapidly in the Veneto myself and I was never as old as I was at twenty-one.

Por qué madrugaremos tanto los viejos? ¿Será para alargar el día?

One can learn about wines and pursue the education of one's palate with great enjoyment all of a lifetime, the palate becoming more educated and capable of appreciation and you having constantly increasing enjoyment and appreciation of wine even though the kidneys may weaken, the big toe become painful, the finger joints stiffen, until finally, just when you love it the most you are finally forbidden wine entirely.

Nadie debiera estar solo en su vejez. Pero es inevitable.

Onde iremos viver depois da guerra? - Provavelmente num asilo de velhos - disse ela. - Durante três anos esperei infantilmente que a guerra acabasse no Natal. Mas agora não espero já o fim dela senão para quando o nosso filho for major. ------ Henry e Catherine in O Adeus Às Armas, Ernest Hemingway

Pamplona is changed, of course, but not as much as we are older. I found that if you took a drink that it got very much the same as it always was.

As you get older, it's more difficult to have heroes, but it's just as necessary.

He was like a young, undriven, unfalsifying, unvindictive Fay. So Fay might have appeared, just at the beginning, to her aging father, with his slipping eyesight.

She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed, an old lady. Reciting, her voice took on resonance and firmness, it rang with the old fervor, with ferocity even. She was teaching me one more, almost her last, lesson: emotions do not grow old. I knew that I would feel as she did, and I do.