Quotes About Aging

It's no fun getting older. I might be wearing beautiful diamond earrings, but they can't take away the pain of losing my hearing.

You get older and come to the conclusion that it's a great gig making music. Even if you turn into an old gnarly fart, no one cares what you look like if you write good songs - the only gig is to sing well and perform.

None of us are going to get younger, there's no point in trying to chase that dream because it won't happen.

But are they happy with each other? Or are they together out of habit? Or because they're afraid to be alone? In the coffee shop earlier, I was watching this older couple

My father finally died a month before he turned 101, his license

I lead a simple life now. I am foolish, an old man in love, a dreamer who dreams of nothing but reading to Allie and holding her whenever I can. I am a sinner with many faults and a man who believes in magic, but I am too old to change and too old to care.

Au trecut patruzeci de ani si pastrez inca vie in mintea mea ziua aceea. Se poate sa fiu mai batran si mai intelept, este posibil sa fi trait o alta viata, dar stiu ca atunci cand imi va veni ceasul, amintirile din ziua aceea vor fi ultimele imagini care mi se vor perinda prin minte. Inca o iubesc si nu mi-am scos niciodata inelul de pe deget. In toti acesti ani, n-am simtit niciodata dorinta sa o fac.

Do you need some Tylenol? No, I'm just getting old. Tylenol can't do much to fix that.

When you get older, it feels like happy memories and sad memories are pretty much the same thing. It is all just emotion in the end. And any of it can make you weep.

I don't have the heart to tell my sons that the older one gets, the less funny literature becomes—and they would refuse to believe me if I tried to explain that some people don't think jokes even belong in proper books. I won't bother breaking the news that, if they remain readers, they will insist on depressing themselves for about a decade of their lives, in a concerted search of gravitas through literature.

And if I went back to sleep and slept for forty years and woke up without any teeth to the sound of Melody Radio in an old people's home, I wouldn't worry that much, because the worst of life, i.e., the rest of it, would be over. And I wouldn't even have had to kill myself.

The trick, it seems to me, is to stave off regret. That's what the whole thing is about. And we can't stave it off forever, because it is impossible not to make the mistakes that let regret in, but the best of us manage to limp on into our sixties or seventies before we succumb. Me, I made it to about thirty-seven, and David made it to the same age, and my brother gave up the ghost even before that. And I'm not sure that there is a cure for regret. I suspect not.

Keeping in touch with the things that help us feel alive – music, books, movies, even the theatre if, mysteriously, you are that way inclined – becomes a battle, and one that many of us lose, as we get older;

Sometimes Marcus sounded as though he were a hundred years old, and it broke Will's heart.

She would go home and marry a man who owned carpet shops, and she would bear his children, and he would take other women to nightclubs, and she would get old and die and hope for better luck next time around.

BUT, alas, the heart forgets; the heart is distracted; and Maytime passes; summer ends; the storms break over the rot-ripe orchards and the heart grows old; while the hours, the days, the months, and the years pile up and pile up, till the mind becomes too crowded, too confused: dust gathers in it; cobwebs multiply; the walls darken and fall into ruin and decay; the memory perishes...

Our terminal decline into old age and death stems from the fine print of the contract that we signed with our mitochondria two billion years ago.

It's not just lifespan that varies with free-radical leak, health span does

If free-radical leak is fast, degenerative diseases set in quickly; if it's slow, they're postponed or even abrogated altogether.

of oxygen, whether we think of it as 'good' or 'bad', is the formation of free radicals. As conventionally stated, the idea that breathing oxygen causes ageing is disarmingly simple. We produce free

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past I offer no apology only this plea: When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers And cuddle near

What are you looking at, grandfather? he asked with curiosity. The old man raised his head and smiled sadly. At my life flowing and disappearing, son, flowing and disappearing. Don't worry, grandfather, it knows where it is going–toward the sea, everyone's life flows toward the sea. The old man sighed. Yes, my son, that is why the sea is salty—from the many tears. He turned back to the flowing stream and did not speak again.

La ce te uiti, mosule? Batranul a ridicat capul si a zambit cu tristete: - La viata mea, care curge la vale, fiule, a raspuns; la viata mea, care curge si se duce...

I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob? I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.