Quotes About Aging

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

Retirement must be wonderful. I mean, you can suck in your stomach for only so long.

I know lots more old drunks than old doctors.

The really frightening thing about middle age is that you know you'll grow out of it!

A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. "I reckon," he said, with a twinkle in his eye, "it's because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried."

Age 30 & the 30s. — Before thirty, men seek disease; after thirty, diseases seek men.

Age 35. — Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.

Age 41. — I am forty-one years of age, and I feel myself begin to change, and to lose my health, natural spirits and strength.

Ages 50+. — The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.

Age 59. — With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and a definite hardening of the paragraphs.

Age 65. — I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics. But if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be fifty-two. That's the trouble with us. We number everything. Take women, for example. I think they deserve to have more than twelve years between the ages of twenty-eight and forty.

Ages 70+. — The great secret that all old people share is that you really haven't changed in seventy or eighty years. Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.

Ages 100–101. — May you live to be a hundred years With one extra year to repent.

My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant cracking sound. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? It seemed to be complaining of aches in its bones, in its centuries-old joints.

Zašto je put do žene tako vijugav i tajan i zašto on sa svojom slavom i snagom ne može da ga pre?e, a prelaze ga svi gori od njega? Svi, samo, on u silnoj i smiješnoj starosti, cijeli svoj vijek pruža ruke kao u snu. Što žene traže?

nesre?no je svako telo koje živi samo za sebe i sebe radi, a pravu meru svoje nesre?e uvi?a tek kad po?ne da stari

The clock stands still yet time does not. Even as he lies here he can feel time at work on him like a wasting disease, like the quicklime they pour on corpses. Time is gnawing away at him, devouring one by one the cells that make him up. His cells are going out like lights.

Maybe they're out doing the tango and drinking tequila shots. He sent Eve a grin. As we will be when we reach their age. After which we'll come home and have mad sex. For God's sake. This is on the record. Yes, I know. He stepped off with her on Var's floor. I wanted those future plans to be official as well.

Do you remember Vlek, who was such a good sheepdog that she and Jakob alone could drive a whole flock past you at the counting-post? Do you remember how Vlek grew old and sickly and could not hold down her food, and how there was no one to shoot her but you, and how you went for a walk afterwards because you did not want anyone to see you cry?

me refiero al mundo, al ancho mundo. Pues eso es el mundo desde cierta perspectiva: una prisión en la que te vas deteriorando, te encorvas, padeces incontinencia, mueres y luego (si crees en ciertas historias en las que yo no creo) te despiertas en alguna playa desconocida donde tienes que repetir otra vez toda la función.

Mi madre se pasó la vida trabajando. Fregaba los suelos de otros, cocinaba para ellos, lavaba sus platos. Lavaba su ropa sucia. Fregaba sus baños después de que los usaran. Se arrodillaba y limpiaba el retrete. Pero cuando estaba vieja y enferma, la olvidaron. La apartaron de su vista. Cuando murió, la arrojaron al fuego.

And what is the upshot of this lack of heat, this lack of heart? The upshot is that he is sitting alone on a Sunday afternoon in an upstairs room in a house in the depths of the Berkshire countryside, with crows cawing in the fields and a grey mist hanging overhead, playing chess with himself, growing old, waiting for evening to fall so that he can with a good conscience fry his sausages and bread for supper.

Sólo es una cuestión de edad, de ciclos de deseo y de apatía de un cuerpo que lentamente se enfría y muere. Cuando era joven el simple olor de una mujer me excitaba: ahora solo la más dulce, la más joven, la más reciente tiene ese poder. Cualquier día de estos serán jovencitos.

He palmed up the life Alert. Death Alert was more like it: Help, I haven't fallen and I'm standing up-can you come and rectify this problem? - Isaac