Quotes About Aging

Ele é um profeta em seus últimos anos de vida, seu corpo vai ficando cada dia mais fraco, mas dentro dele arde um fogo indômito que brilha com intensidade cada vez maior".

Time had lost its importance. That was one of the good things about getting old: you weren't perpetually in a hurry. All her life, Penelope had looked after other people, but now she had no one to think about but herself. There was time to stop and look, and, looking, to remember. Visions widened, like views seen from the slopes of a painfully climbed mountain, and having come so far, it seemed ridiculous not to pause and enjoy them.

I bounced around on top naturally. But that belly, yai! It grew big as a hill and I couldn't see over it. I'd call out, Are you still back there? Holler to me! Like most fat Indians he did have a skinny butt. Man, those muscles in his back cheeks were powerful, too. He swung me around like a circus act. So I enjoyed him real well, those times were good. Awee, said Mooshum. His voice was wistful.

His father was so very old now that he slept most of the day. He was ninety-four. When Thomas thought of his father, peace stole across his chest and covered him like sunlight.

The strong old woman was walking away, and in her step there was the sadness of parting with an old but dangerously foolish friend.

Here we are, alone again. It's all so slow, so heavy, so sad. . . I'll be old soon. Then at last it will be over. So many people have come into my room. They've talked. They haven't said much. They've gone away. They've grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world.

Even memories have their youth … When you let them grow old, they turn into revolting phantoms dripping with selfishness, vanity, and lies … They rot like apples

Whether you're making love to the ladies or postulating the infinite, you'll still get all flabby one day!

you've probably noticed that after the first half-century practically everybody gets leaky, they can't keep it in ... hence the cruelty of long drawn-out meals and drinking sessions ... ships and apartment houses are the same ... everything starts to leak ... sphincters, bladders, drain pipes, bowels ... the half-century is merciless for ladies and gentlemen ... worse for dogs and cats! ... with them it comes sooner! ... five ... six years ...

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

Szybko siÄ™ starzejemy, i to w sposób nieodwracalny. Zdajemy sobie z tego najlepiej sprawÄ™ po sposobie w jaki kochamy nasze nieszcz??cie. Natura jest od nas silniejsza, i tyle. Testuje nas w jednej roli, a pó?niej nie umiemy siÄ™ ju? od tej roli oderwa?.

Two years is the time it takes to perceive at one glance, a glance as sure as instinct, the ugliness that can come over a face, even one that was delicious in its day. For

That's the way it goes. You can't deny it, men have a hard time doing all that's demanded of them: butterflies in their youth, maggots at the end. I

Two years is the time it takes to perceive at one glance, a glance as sure as instinct, the ugliness that can come over a face, even one that was delicious in its day.

Always look kindly on the old, Bairbre . . . Because they have loved people so much longer than you have, they have so very much more to lose . . .

old age homes could look bright but feel gloomy—a place where old people went to die. And that the Sun Center was the opposite—a place where old people go to live.

Los únicos momentos en los que siento que estoy envejeciendo son cuando miro las fotografías de las revistas. Los héroes y las heroínas me están pareciendo demasiado jóvenes.

We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It's no matter that this dye doesn't fool you. My lady, you don't dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

Big Angel could not reconcile himself to this dirty deal they had all been dealt. Death. What a ridiculous practical joke. Every old person gets the punch line that the kids are too blind to see. All the striving, lusting, dreaming, suffering, working, hoping, yearning, mourning, suddenly revealed itself to be an accelerating countdown to nightfall. ....This is the prize: to realize, at the end, that every minute was worth fighting for with every ounce of blood and fire.

We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.

Vigilance fled in old age and man was like the other animals then, who science said could not see themselves. Here man was fully animal again, but he was still tender... you never lost what you were, never lost it fully. There was always the suspicion of a past life that faded and returned.

Your face is lined with beauty from laughter and tears

Spend lavishly on creams. Wash your hair with henna at the first sign of gray. Never spend one minute thinking about what you do not have. And most importantly, indulge in everything but love.