Quotes About Aging

The older I get the more grateful I am not to be told how everything comes out.

Turn on the TV," he'd say. "What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products." Fuckin' A, was he right. Fear of aging, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of failure. Fear is the most basic emotion we have. Fear is primal. Fear sells. That was my mantra. "Fear sells.

fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe." That blew me away. "Turn on the TV," he'd say. "What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products." Fuckin' A, was he right. Fear of aging, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of failure. Fear is the most basic emotion we have. Fear is primal. Fear sells. That was my mantra. "Fear sells." When

fear is the most valuable commodity in the universe." That blew me away. "Turn on the TV," he'd say. "What are you seeing? People selling their products? No. People selling the fear of you having to live without their products." Fuckin' A, was he right. Fear of aging, fear of loneliness, fear of poverty, fear of failure. Fear is the most basic emotion we have. Fear is primal. Fear sells.

Sabeth listened when I told her about my experiences, but as one listens to an old man; without interrupting, politely, without believing, without getting excited.

Acum nu este Acum, ci Mereu. (...) Trecutul nu mai este un secret, prezentul este prea subÈ›ire, c?ci se uzeaz? zi de zi, iar viitorul înseamn? îmb?trânire...

Ich glaube, ich werde älter; so jung schon fängt das an.

What I heard was the usual story: marriage, a child (which I didn't quite catch, obviously, otherwise I shouldn't have asked again later on), then the war, a prison camp, return to Düsseldorf and so on; it shook me to think how time passes, how we grow older.

The ladies' mauve-dyed hair interspersed with the bald patches of the gentlemen, who had taken off their panama hats—they must have broken out of an old-age home, I thought, but I didn't say it.

Spend all your love on her now. Forget not the hands, though spotted, The hair, though thinning, The eyes, though dim, For they are a part of you. And when they are gone, a part of you is gone.

Spend all your love on her now. Forget not the hands, though spotted, The hair, though thinning, The eyes, though dim, For they are a part of you. And when they are gone, a part of you is gone. On the Anvil

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

Nothing gets easier as one gets older. Everything is harder, even buttoning one's slipper!

Let silence in. She will rarely speak or mew, She will sleep on my bed And all I have ever been Either false or true Will live again in my head. For it is now or not As old age silts the stream, To shove away the clutter, To untie every knot, To take the time to dream, To come back to still water.

one of the privileges of old age was that no holds were barred. You were permitted to be absolutely honest.

The trouble is that old age is not interesting until one gets there, a foreign country with an unknown language to the young, and even to the middle-aged. I

Hilary had always imagined that one of the blessings of old age would be that one might live by and for these essentials...the light on a wall.

I suppose I have a thing about old women. Their characters may be rather stylized, but once you get past mannerism, they are, well? how to put it? Transparent. It isn't worth it any longer to wear a mask.

Most people don't grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up...We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.

Very few people grow up

When old folks laugh, they consider the promise of dear painless death, and generously forgive life for happening to them.

Most people don't grow up. It's too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That's the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don't grow up. Not really.