Quotes About Aging

It seems, as one becomes older, That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence

I grow old...I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk along the beach. I have the heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Every time you open your mouth," Clarence said, "you just seem older and weirder.

When you were old, did your memories crowd out your other thoughts? Or did you lose them—your childhood, your hated enemies, your friends?

He was a figurehead - an aging CEO of his own family who only showed up for the board meetings and wondered how so much got done without him.

God grant me a quick honorable death, Isgrimnur prayed, and never let me be one of those old fools who sits by the campfire telling the young men that things will never be as good as they once were.

God's Blood, have we truly become old? he wondered. I do not feel old. I feel the same, but . . . weathered. Like a ship that has plowed the same waves for many years. The rigging is slack, the sails have holes, but the bottom is still seaworthy.

Does your ma know you're this silly? she demanded tartly. He nodded, comically sad. The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But — with an exaggerated change of mood — I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed! I hope she beat you as a child, Onua grumbled.

At last the King's Champion straightened with a groan, her free hand going to her lower back. Nobody ever says that, even with healers, your body still adds up your breaks and bruises, then gives you the bill in your mid-thirties, she said wryly.

The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But"—with an exaggerated change of mood—"I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed!

Remember, one of the greatest gifts you can give your children is to be financially independent in your old age, thus ensuring that you won't become a financial burden to them.

It really is more difficult when you're older. You're blessed because you had the chance to know them, but the pain of the loss is more intense.

Light and funny has a more compelling quality when you're younger. But I haven't abandoned the genre: I love falling down I love Lucille Ball. It's just that a lot of those stories revolve around problems that I can't convincingly portray at this age.

It's unfortunate that we live in such a panicked, dysmorphic society where women don't even give themselves a chance to see what they'll look like as older persons. I want to have some idea of what I'll look like before I start cleaning the slates.

Be happy when you don't notice that you're getting old, it means you have had a great life so far.

The freedom of growing older is that one is no longer obliged to dislike someone simply because they dislike you.

Our imaginations are strong as children. Sometimes they get shoved aside, these imaginations. They get dusty and mildewed with age. The imagination is a muscle that has to be put to use or it shrivels.

As you become older, you become less judgmental and take offense less. But marriage is hard work; the illusion that you get married and live happily ever after is absolute rubbish.

Trying to cling to what you had when you were young would be so tragic, horrible, and after a certain age ambition is horribly disfiguring to the character.

Surely being a Professional Beauty - let alone an ageing one - is one of the most insecure and doomed careers imaginable.

The truth of the matter is, beauty is a specific thing, rare and fleeting. Some of us have it in our teens, 20s and 30s and then lose it most of us have it not at all. And that's perfectly okay. But lying to yourself that you have it when you don't seems to me simple-minded at best and psychotic at worst.

I am firmly of the opinion that women who make a lot of effort to hang onto their looks in middle age (unless they are beauties, entertainers or prostitutes) are rather sad, as one should surely have something more substantial to recommend one by this time, such as kindness or cleverness.