Quotes About Aging

Dogs are a really amazing eye opener for us humans because their lives are compressed into such a short period, so we can see them go from puppyhood to adolescence to strong adulthood and then into their sunset years in 10 to 12 years. It really drives home the point of how finite all our lives are.

I never thought I'd reach 21. I used to feel that was old, but growing old doesn't scare me anymore. I just want to have done something super special and have had someone to do it with.

Architecture is about aging well, about precision and authenticity. There is much more to the success of a building than what you can see. I'm not suggesting that gestural architecture is always superficial, but solid reasoning has its place.

I believe in old age; to work and to grow old: this is what life expects of us. And then one day to be old and still be quite far from understanding everything - no, but to begin, but to love, but to suspect, but to be connected to what is remote and inexpressible, all the way up into the stars. (Letters on Life)

Seek out some simple and true community with them, of the kind that need not change, even when you yourself become more and more different; love life in them, in an unfamiliar form, and be kind to those who are aging, who fear the very solitude in which you trust.

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Don't you know the quickest way to die is to retire?

These people are old. Men grow old and types of men grow old. And these are very old. All they have left is their religion. That's all they can think about. So they'll be cast aside. They're dead, you see, because they're incapable of rising to the necessity of the historical situation.

As we grow old...the beauty steals inward.

The surest poison is time.

The old men are as red as roses, and still handsome. A clear skin, a peach-bloom complexion, and good teeth are found all over the island.

Why are we still alive in these useless old bodies? This is a heartrending question to hear from old people who, in most other cultures of the world, would be the pride and joy of their communities, while in our own they are outcasts.

There are a number of bogeymen that accompany us into adulthood. The biggest one is this: "I'll be old and alone with no mind, and when I die I'll be alone, adrift, isolated in a cold, dark universe." The Ego is the only part of us that believes this.

Complaints of a Dutiful Daughter

It's not the crow's feet under your eyes that make you old, Or the gray in your hair, I'm told. But when your mind makes a contract your body can't fill, You're over the hill, brother, you're over the hill.

Our society holds to youthfulness with a white-knuckled grip. Ultimately it's all in vain. But the gospel promises us eternal youthfulness in God's presence.

Looking back," Ruby said, "I wonder why I was so afraid to grow old. Every day brought me one day closer to being here with You.

În mijlocul schimb?rii È™i al transform?rii, ne d?m seama c? pe m?sur? ce înaint?m în vârst?, avem mai mult? nevoie de cineva mai mare decât noi care s? ne redea ceea ce am pierdut.

A computer does not smell ... if a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better… And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn't do that for you. I'm sorry.

I'll be darned! said Douglas. I never thought of that. That's brilliant! It's true. Old people never were children! And it's kind of sad, said Tom, sitting still.There's nothing we can do to help them.

I never liked lobster in my life, and mainly because I'd never tried it. On my eightieth birthday I tried it. I can't say I'm greatly excited over lobster still, but I have no doubt as to its taste now, and I don't fear it. I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it.

There are two perfumes to a book. If a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better. It smells like ancient Egypt. A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hands and pray to it. You put it in your pocket and you walk with it. And it stays with you forever.

Grow up and you turn into burglars and get shot, or worse, they make you wear a coat and tie and stash you in the First National Bank behind brass bars! We gotta stand still! Stay the age we are. Grow up? Hah! All you do then is marry someone who screams at you!

Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young. She