Quotes About Aging

Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together.

Parents always stay older than you, but sibling sort of become adults together, and that complicates that relationship, I think.

I'm grateful for my lines of wisdom. Of course, there are days when I think: 'Oh my gawd, I look a bit tired.' But I can pull it together if I have to.

Sometimes, I feel like a time traveller, cause the only way that we can really travel in time is just to get older.

I think I may drop dead on the stage someday. I hate to think of it. But it's getting tough on me, the travel. The show, I somehow manage to rise up to it, you know. But I have no desire to retire.

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon.

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

But wanderlust is like a pretty girl - you wake up one morning, find she's grown old and decide that either you're going to commit your life or you're going to walk away.

Reassuring thoughts have a funny way of getting stuck on repeat. Then you wake up one day and you can't remember where you put the last thirty years of your life.

Living in California adds ten years to a man's life. And those extra ten years I'd like to spend in New York.

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.

I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them everything is so calm.

If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.

It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.

I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.

Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.