Quotes About Aging

It well becomes a man who is no longer young to forget that he ever was.

The Broby minister sat in his desolate home and wept in desperation. She had made him young. Would he now get old? Would the evil spirit come back, and would he become despicable, as despicable as he had been?

Old butterflies should have the sense to die while the summer sun is shining

When people got old, why did they always develop a passion for scrabbling in the earth? Were they trying to get used to it?

A la pérdida del olfato (una cosa terrible, vi un documental sobre el tema el otro día. Vera, Vera, vamos, Vera, vení). A la policía. A los estadios de fútbol. A las tormentas eléctricas. A la soledad. A las muchedumbres. A la violencia. A la vejez. Al sida, al cáncer (entra en enfermedad). A la impotencia (¿entra en soledad?). A los ladrones. A la electricidad. A sufrir (entran todos los miedos juntos y se agrega el amor).

Quand on vieillit, on se rend compte que tout a eu de l'importance.

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

I don't think I've had real fried chicken since I turned fifty and Flo dragged me in to have my cholesterol numbers checked," Russel said. "We've only got so many years left, so I intend to enjoy them. If I can't have eggs and hash and cheese once in a while, I may as well lie down and start decomposing.

It wasn't easy being single and pushing forty in a big family group, and he guessed that's what was eating at her. He knew how it felt. He slept alone and he ate alone. He watched television alone and, when he was reading a book and came across an exceptionally good passage, he had nobody to share it with.

When I get old, I'm going to the old folks' home. I don't want to be one of those guys who's hanging around the house bothering the kids. But not just any old folks' home. I want the whole top floor.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

I was just thinking about me having children. Or being a grandma!" She giggled. "Think I'll be fat and have gray hair?" "I sure hope so," her father said, laughing himself.

A person only gets to be more of what they are as they get old.

You seem sad, Coriel." I nodded. "The world makes me sad these days. Things I would not have noticed a year ago seem dreadful to me now. Is that a function of growing older? And will everything seem more dreadful every year, from now until I die?

Sometimes I think that in not wanting children, I'm preparing for my old age. I know what I want my old age to look like, more than I know almost anything else: a simple home, a simple life, no one needing me for anything, and not needing anyone the way I do now.

Lock reached for the French toast first, but Ric slapped his hand away and placed a carefully prepared plate in front of him. As Lock waited, Ric went to the counter and returned with a small strainer. He tapped the side, covering the French toast with powdered sugar. Somehow the wolf managed not to get any on Lock's bacon or sausage. "There. Isn't that nice?" "I have to say our relationship is getting stranger and stranger as we get older.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

I'll be 56 this year, I've got two kids, and I think it's probably time to go back to writing one-glove jokes.

In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.

My father Time is weak and gray With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied hands!

A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.

Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.

Tempus edax rerum. Time that devours all things.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!