Quotes About Aging

If there is one thing that I have come to hate more than the gods, it is time.

I have no doubt you'll find it the highlight of your old and wasted life.

I was too fresh from childhood. Subconsciously, my deepest brain still a cupboard of fairy tales, I suppose I believed that if pretty woman was no longer pretty she had done something to deserve it. I had a young girl's belief that this kind of negative aging would never come to me. Death would come to me - I knew this from reading British poetry. But the drying, hunching, blanching, hobbling, fading, fattening, thinning, slowing? I would just not let that happen to moi.

You can't be pretty forever, you know that? But you can always be beautiful.

There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time, and certainly most of us were more amusing when we were young. It seems that age folds the heart in on itself. Some of us walk detached, dreaming on the past, and some of us realize that we have lost the trick of standing in the sun.

I think that no two men age at the same rate, or learn equal sums from experience. Some

I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, - more's the pity!

When I had the youth I had no money, now I have the money I have no time, and when I get the time, if I ever do, I shall have no health to enjoy life.

had an hour of silent agony that aged him more than years of happy life could have done.

Don't suggest that we are growing old, my Lord. We have only bloomed; and a very nice bouquet we make with our buds about us,' answered Mrs. Amy, shaking out the folds of her rosy muslin with much the air of dainty satisfaction the girl used to show in a new dress. Not to mention our thorns and dead leaves,' added Jo, with a sigh; for life had never been very easy to her, and even now she had her troubles both within and without.

Nunca, hasta que sea vieja y no pueda moverme más que con un bastón. No intentes hacerme crecer antes de tiempo Meg; bastante duro es ya verte cambiar a ti de repente. Déjame ser niña todo el tiempo que pueda.

There were lines upon his forehead, but Time seemed to have touched him gently, remembering how kind he was to others

Comprendan el valor del tiempo usándolo bien. Así la juventud será encantadora, la vejez traerá pocas lamentaciones y la vida será dichosa y hermosa

You see I thought love got easier over, the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash. She loved him. She was jealous. She mourned him like the dead. And he just smiled into the air, trapped in the seams of his mind.

Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.

Because we shared the loneliness that was one shape. Because I knew that in her old age she shared that same boat, where I had labored. She crested and sank in dark waves. Those waves were taking her onward, through night, through day, the water beating and slashing across her unknown path. She struggled to continue. She was traveling hard, and death was her light.

As the years went by

Así se van perdiendo los días y la vida, en el despeñadero de la desmemoria.

Cuanto más se envejece, más se siente que saber gozar del presente es un don precioso, comparable a un estado de gracia.»

Hay belleza, no? Una belleza trémula, como una vieja mariposa batiendo lentamente unas alas que se deshacen

El envejecimiento es un proceso orgánico bastante lamentable que apenas si tiene un par de cosas buenas (una, que, si te esfuerzas, aprendes algunas cosas; y dos, que es la mejor prueba de que no te has muerto todavía)

Con los años, las parejas se van llenando de pequeñas desilusiones, de divergencias del proyecto amoroso que creyeron entrever en la primera pasión, de fallos propios y ajenos, rendiciones, aceptación acomodaticia de sus egoísmos y su cobardía. Con los años, el otro o la otra cada vez está más cerca en las rutinas pero más lejos en lo esencial.

She appeared to be ageless the type that would continue, unchanging, until she was an old woman when she would suddenly become senile and die