Quotes About Aging

When you get up there in years, the fairways get longer and the holes get smaller.

People think that their world will get smaller as they get older. My experience is just the opposite. Your senses become more acute. You start to blossom.

New poems no longer come to me with their prodigies of metaphor and assonance. Prose endures. I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is, on the whole, preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two.

I'm very grateful for what I have. I'm old enough that I can mort out at any minute without any sense of regret at all. That's not true. I might look back and think I wish I hadn't been so selfish when my kids were smaller. But I'm not overwhelmed by regret.

Lion's mane may be our first 'smart' mushroom. It is a safe, edible fungus that appears to confer cognitive benefits on our aging population.

Of course, I know by growing older, I'm going to become stronger, smarter, and know the game better.

I'm getting older, and I'm smarter about how I eat.

Like a lot of people, I'm getting up there in age. Before I ate anything and everything. I just inhaled food. I enjoy eating, and I used to be the guy who works out just to eat. Now I'm much smarter about what I eat.

One of the main dilemmas that's pretty common to a lot of people who are getting older is the idea that maybe there's a finish line and that maybe there's a time in your life when you start to slow down and stop and smell the roses and just kind of settle into what will be a comfortable period in your life.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

At 86, I can easily look back to the last eight decades. Though memory often fails me now, so many images of the past are still clearly polished, and I can yet recall not just an abiding sense of place, but the keen smells, the sensory responses to the events of that past.

As soon as you 'Botox' your smile lines away, you lose part of your identity.

If you turn a smiling face on the world, you've got a chance of finishing up a good-looking old person.

I don't want to have that one year too much, where people actually, behind my back, start smiling at me and pointing fingers at me and go, 'Ah, look, that's Jensie. No, he's not good anymore.'

I love growing older. Normally, I don't bother with make-up. This face in the mirror is changing. I've got new lines from smiling at the sprog so much.

When I look at my face, I notice terrible smoker's lines above my lip and nasty sun damage in the middle of my cheeks.

The second thing for me, probably a few clicks down, is the idea that The Sims smoothly age and have different concerns and motivations and needs at different age ranges.

Right now, I love the fact that I have so many opportunities, but I know this privileged position cannot last. That doesn't mean that I'll stop working. I picture myself as an old actress doing cameos in films with people saying: 'Isn't that that Bening woman?'

It's sad that so many people feel they need to alter their image. I think there is something really beautiful about ageing naturally.

Sister Hinckley and I are learning that the so-called golden years are laced with lead.

I speak the truth not so much as I want, but as much as I dare, and I dare a little more as I grow older.

Hadde jeg vært lege, ville jeg til en mann av min stand og støpning like gjerne ordinert dette som enhver annen medisin for å vekke og holde ham i ånde til høyt oppe i årene og skåne ham for alderdommens angrep enda en stund. Så lenge vi bare er i utkanten av den og pulsen stadig slår -

To be brutally honest, all these men were falling apart, hair by hair and tooth by tooth, like over-used pieces of equipment, like tools bought cheap for a job that would outlast them. While

Lose track of time for a moment –just long enough to be overtaken by a hundred and thirty years.