Quotes About Aging

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

By the time they're ready to be thrown away, most shoes are thoroughly comfortable

Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy.

When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth.

Time touches all things with a destroying hand.

If we spent as much time feeling positive about getting older, as we do trying to stay young, how much different our lives would be.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

Time is truly the great enemy. It's not the great healer, it's the great stealer.

The old dwarf drew himself up. His height was no longer impressive: the bowed back would not straighten, the legs could no longer support the body without assistance. But Drugar, towering over his father, saw the dignity in the trembling stance, the wisdom in the dimming eyes, and felt himself a child again.

It has been my face. It's got older still, or course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine feature have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.

Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard. A dix-huit ans il était déjà trop tard. Entre dix-huit ans et vingt-cinq ans mon visage est parti dans une direction imprévue. A dix-huit ans j'ai vieilli.

Je l'ai embrassée dans ses petites rides, sur ses paupières fanées et le long de son front, au bord de ses cheveux, là où elle ne sait pas qu'existe l'odeur d'une fleur.

Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eighteen. I don't know if it's the same for everyone, I've never asked...

I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.

la possibilité de jeter le masque en toutes choses est l'un des rares avantages que je trouve à vieillir

I know forty-one is the new eighteen, but tell that to my metabolism.

That was the great thing about being not-young: knowing through practical experience that feelings, even the worst of them, calm down and eventually ease. They're probably not gone forever—that was another thing I'd learnt: the notion of 'closure' is unrealistic. If I'd felt an emotion once, it stayed on file for-ev-er and could be reactivated if the conditions were right—or, more accurately, wrong.

Stop, would you? My confidence is in bits. I'm forty-four and feeling every second of it, and even if I wanted to, there's no way I'd reveal this elderly body to a new man. It'd be like Game of Thrones when Melisandra takes off her necklace and ages nine hundred years.

The years came and went, the children came and left. The worst of getting old is not tiredness and aches and pains, but the time rushes on, so quickly that in the end it doesn't seem to exist.It's Christmas and then it's Easter. It's a clear winter's day and then a hot summer's day. In between it's a vacuum.

Tenemos miedo de morirnos jóvenes y también de envejecer. Tenemos más miedo de la vida que de la muerte.

One of the ideas we must agree on and continue to forge with individual and collective vigor is that a woman's life goes uphill at forty.

I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.