Quotes About Aging

Breathing heavily, Major-General Gudz was making his way towards Mostovskoy. He shuffled along, wheezing and sticking out his lower lip; folds of loose skin rippled over his cheeks and neck. At one time he had been impressively stout, and these sounds and movements were all that remained; now they seemed quite bizarre.

We have learned much during our long lives. Yet there we were in our old age, thinking that we had done our share in life. So we stopped, just like that. No more working like we used to, even though our bodies are still healthy enough to do a little more than we expect of ourselves.

Two old women. They complain, never satisfied. We talk of no food, and of how good it was in our days when it really was no better. We think that we are so old. Now, because we have spent so many years convincing the younger people that we are helpless, they believe that we are no longer of use to this world.

Old age breeds the miracle of recall. You have no short-term memory atall; you can't remember what you did minutes ago, but you can recall with exquisite clarity what you did on your fifth birthday and how it all felt.

if Romeo had lived to see Juliet grow old and develop a slight moustache upon her upper lip—what then?

He held his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat was carefully buttoned: he was very pale, and he trembled slightly; his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there.

But what was tragic about the girl was that she had not been born ugly. She might even have been a pretty child, and the grace proper to her age was still at odds with the repulsive premature aging induced by loose living and poverty. A trace of beauty still lingered in the sixteen-year-old face, like pale sunlight fading beneath the massed clouds of a winter's dawn.

Tempus edax homo edacior; which I willingly thus translate; Time is blind, man is stupid.

Man finds prejudices beside his cradle, puts them from him a little in the course of his career, and often, alas! takes to them again in his old age. During this journey in 1825

flaps and buttons. She concealed her gray hair

Tutte le cose della vita sono perennemente in fuga davanti a noi: ombre e luci s'intrecciano; dopo uno sfolgorìo, ecco una ecclisse; si guarda, ci si affretta, si stendon le mani per afferrare quello che passa; ogni evento è una svolta della strada; e all'improvviso, eccoci vecchi.

She had already suffered so much that she reflected with the lugubrious air of an old woman.

This ideal was realized in the living person of Sister Simplice: she had never been young, and it seemed as though she would never grow old.

É por isso que me dou muito bem com ele. Ajeitou-se a todas as minhas rugas, não me incomoda nada, moldou-se a todas as minhas disformidades, é complacente com todos os meus movimentos; só o sinto porque me aquece. Os fatos velhos são como os velhos amigos.

The wise man does not grow old, but ripes.

La vejez no hace presa en los genios de lo ideal; para los Dante y los Miguel Ángel, envejecer es crecer; para los Aníbal y los Bonaparte, ¿es menguar?

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking desk, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing...

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing. Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she'd been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

But things changed fast. She knew that now. A horse could get old overnight and go lame. A friend could become a stranger just as quickly.

Mejores amigas para siempre. Era la promesa que se habían hecho muchos años atrás creyendo que duraría. Se imaginaban algún día convertidas en dos mujeres mayores sentadas en mecedoras en un porche de madera desvencijado hablando entre risas de los buenos tiempos.

My skin has the crinkled appearance of wax paper that someone has tried to flatten and reuse.

Surely this beautiful creature couldn't be the child who'd once licked the metal ski-chair pole at Mammoth Mountain Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or the girl who'd climbed into her parents' bed after a nightmare when she was only a year away from being a teenager. Seventeen years had passed in the blink of an eye. It was too fast. Not long enough Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Some days I wake up and think, How did I get here? It's like one day, you just realize you're not young anymore, and you already made your choices, and now it's too late to change anything.

When you're young, you see only the future. When you grow older, you see the past.