Quotes About Aging

Laura Ingalls Wilder. She published the first book in the Little House on the Prairie series at age sixty-five.

Love your parents - while we are busy growing up, they are growing old.

The house had the stale smell of a grandparent. When you're a kid, the smell gives you the creeps; when you're an adult, you want to bottle it and let it out with a cup of cocoa on a bad day.

It was true what they said: The older you become, the more you are like your parents. Soon he'd be telling a kid not to stick his elbow out the car window or he'd lose it.

Someone once told Hester that memories hurt, the good ones most of all. As she got older, Hester realized just how true that was.

They say that happens a lot with the elderly that ? to paraphrase Springsteen ? two hearts become one. When one dies, the other follows.

I opened the door. Mr. Grady sat at his desk and peered at me over his reading glasses. His suit jacket was off. He wore a short-sleeve dress shirt that probably fit a few years ago, but now it worked like a tourniquet around his neck and torso. He stood and hoisted his belt up. His pants were olive green. His hair was heavily thinning, pulled back and plastered to his scalp. "Mickey

The door opened. Mrs. Alworth wore a housedress that couldn't have been manufactured after the Bay of Pigs. She was in her mid-seventies, heavyset, the kind of big aunt who hugs you and you disappear in the folds. As a kid you hate the hug. As an adult you long for it. She had varicose veins that resembled sausage casing. Her reading glasses dangled against her enormous chest from a chain. She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke.

When you hit thirty-five or forty, you know on one level that you are no longer the physical specimen you once were.

For the first time Mike felt on the downside of life's roller coaster—the back nine of life, as his golfer friends put it. You know it, of course. When you hit thirty-five or forty, you know on one level that you are no longer the physical specimen you once were. But denial is a pretty powerful thing. Now, at the tender of age of forty-six, he knew that no matter what he did, the slide would not only continue but accelerate. Cheerful thought. The

As they continued to wind through the crowd, a few women met Myron's gaze and held it, though not as many as one, two, five years ago. He felt like an aging pitcher who needed this particular radar gun to tell him that his fastball was losing velocity. Or maybe there was something else at work here.

That made Rudy's eyes widen. "So? What was that, twenty years ago?" "Seventeen." "Long time ago. In a place like Atlantic City, it's a lifetime." Boy, did that make sense. You live in dog years here. Everything ages faster. And

DR. Harvey Riker replaced the receiver. He sighed heavily and put a hand through his long, unruly, gray-brown hair, a cross between Albert Einstein's and Art Garfunkel's. He looked every bit of his fifty years. His muscle had turned to flab from lack of exercise. His face was average to the point of tedium. Never much of a hunk to begin with, Harvey's looks had soured over the years like a two-dollar Chianti. He

It was obvious and a bit of cliché, but we don't really age in a straight line. We age in a circle, curving back to childhood, but in all the wrong ways.

The good men, the ones who wanted to commit and raise children, were scooped up early. The field became thinner and thinner as the years went by.

My father has gotten old, an obvious observation alas, but we are often told how aging is a gradual process. Perhaps that's true, but in my father's case, it was more like a plummet off a cliff. For a long time, my father clung to that beautiful edge—healthy, strong, vibrant—but once he slipped, his descent was steep and sudden.

Between the age of 30 and going fishing, none of my friendships had any of that magic dust of when you were young. There was a sort of functionality to them, just keeping in touch. 'Oh, I should invite so and so, I haven't seen them for ages.

My mother passed away of complications of dementia. As you get older, it really makes you realize how many people are touched by this disease.

If I grow older like my mum, I'll be happy. She's never touched her face. She has laughter lines but looks lovely.

Your experience of life is to a large part distilled into your performing. As you grow older, you concentrate on aspects of music that you perhaps only touched on earlier.

My grandmother has dementia, and my mother is looking after her as her primary caregiver. Seeing their relationship has had a profound impact, seeing how tough it is for both of them and seeing how the roles change and how my mother has gone from being a daughter to being the mother.

But we wanted to work in a way we never had, which was write everything together. We had to face each other in the same creative room, which gets tougher as you get older, because you don't want to be confrontational.

I can forgive the body breaking down. It's a little tougher to forgive that mental lapse.

I'm a basketball player. I can play the whole game. Of course, when you get older, it's a little bit tougher, but whatever.