Quotes About Aging

That's the problem, isn't it? Our youth enamored society hides death from us, makes us believe that we will live forever," Jack asserted, rather forcefully. "We don't want to see death. We even hide old people so that we don't have to be reminded of our own mortality. In other cultures, old age is celebrated, embraced even. Death is a part of life.

Así que así era yo y no había quien me cambiara, porque pasaba el tiempo y me ponía viejo y los días pasaban y se convertían en fecha y los años se convertían en efemérides y yo seguía así, quedándome con las noches, metiéndolas en un vaso con hielo o en un negativo o en el recuerdo

The room smelled milky, of vanilla and almond, from the breakdown of chemical compounds in the old paper.

Part of getting old is checking oneself constantly. Keeping a good firm grip on the handrail. Making sure you're still you.

Quizá la culpa no era suya sino de la condición misma del tiempo, de los días, que se sucedían a un ritmo abúlico y discreto, e inesperadamente le caían encima convertidos en voluminosas décadas: un tiempo homogéneo, sin puertas ni límites palpables, en el que la adolescencia se encontraba a segundos de la vejez; un tiempo engañoso que sólo daba la cara cuando uno se detenía a reflexionar en él.

Youth is a struggle, manhood a disappointment, old age a disaster.

One day you look around and realize everyone in New York is younger than you are.

Not that anybody is saying that these people have no trouble. Merely that it is trouble with a gold-flecked beautiful banner. Nobody is saying that these people do not ultimately cease to be. And Sometimes their passings are even more painful than ours. It is just that so often they live till their hair is white. They make excellent corpses, among the expensive flowers. . . .

Beauty fades! I just turned 29, so I probably don't have that many good years left in me.

To the extent that I have control over my cause of death, avoiding a heart-disease death, an aneurysm death, or a cancer death isn't my top priority. I'm more concerned about suffering a lingering cognitive decline in a long-term-care facility. And

When you grow older you miss that eagerness; life may be happy, you may have health and wealth and love and success, but the odds are that you never look forward as you once did to a single golden day. You never count the hours to it, you never see some moment ahead beckoning like a goddess across a fourth dimension.

Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who have met again as men and found themselves with less in common than they had believed they had.

One of the lovely joys of growing old was to add to this list of trivial things one didn't care about, so that one had more time to care for things that were not trivial.

I didn't want to forget, I simply have forgotten I have grown old and a terrible memory." I wish for, not what is or could ever be." Another Coffee Please!!!!

We are careless when we are young and by the time we get old, it is too late to be careful!!

As you grow old, most good things happen very slowly; only bad things tend to happen fast.

The great thing about getting older is, you realize there are no answers, just stories.

Life hurts, and sometimes it hurts a great deal. We are extraordinarily flexible, possess genetic programming to survive, even prevail, and we gain resilience as we age, and yet we still hurt easily.

Old soldiers never die, they write novels.

Maybe he was a good man once, this old one, my predecessor, but they had worn him down, in thirty years, like a big knife made thin and fragile, needlelike, from constant honings. All that good steel just rubbed away no one knew where.

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.

YaÅŸlan?p ac?nas? bir ÅŸekilde eriyip tükenmektense bir tutkunun ihtiÅŸam?yla öteki dünyaya göçmek daha iyiydi.

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

My love she's handsome, My love she's bony: She's like good whisky When it is new; But when 'tis old And growing cold It fades and dies like The mountain dew.