Quotes About Aging

No normal man ever fell in love after thirty when the kidneys begin to disintegrate.

All sorts of reflections of this nature passed through my mind—for as I grow older I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me...

Es ist ein Brauch von Alters her: Wer Sorgen hat, hat auch Likör. Doch wer zufrieden und vergnügt, sieht zu, daß er auch welchen kriegt.

The more you are getting older, you lose a little something. Of course there is another advantage, because of your long experience you can use it.

A hadith states, "Anxiety is half of aging." Another hadith states, "Righteousness will lengthen your life.

The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight.

You've got to remember, the older you get the slower you get. I've seen a lot of players get old ... if I can have a good season in 1972 and come back with another good one, well, that's different. I might not quit. But two bad ones back to back and staying home would be written on the wall.

An aging woman, an older man needy as a child, a little comfort, a little passion, a small aura round her beloved's head—and it never occurs to Fräulein Hetty to wonder how this weepy, feeble creature could possibly be the fighter and hero of her imaginings.

Take it from me, wrinkle cream doesn't work. I've been using it for two years, and my balls still look like raisins.

A shell missed me outside Albert and did for my watch. I could shake it, and it would tick for a bit, but the spring was gone. I've an idea I don't grow any older now, and when I come to die, it'll seem an odd, out-of-date sort of catastrophe.

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

Memorial services are the cocktail parties of the geriatric set.

Had the aging widow been murdered by a jewel thief or by the strangler who had been prowling the Pacific Coast for months, preying on unwary landladies?

Getting older brings the comforting knowledge that the things we consider most shameful and weird about ourselves are actually pretty universal—or if not, that other folks have their own shameful and weird stuff. This growing realization that we're not so unique makes it easier to share who we really are and how we got there.

When time passes, memories seem to grow weathered, and even hardships can seem like happy times.

he had simply said that he knew how she would miss her gran, and that losing someone hurt, no matter how old they'd been, even if knowing they'd had a long life and lived it well eventually helped with the healing process.

Shame creates imaginary worlds inside your head. This haunted house you're creating is forged from your shame. No one else can see it, so you keep trying to describe it to them. You find ways to say, "You don't want any part of this mess. I'm mediocre, aging rapidly, and poor. Do yourself a favor and leave me behind." You want to be left behind, though. That way, no one bears witness to what you've become.

Contrary to popular wisdom, growing older does not make you less conflicted. In fact, you become more and more conflicted by the second. You can see all sides of any given thing. It's all stupid bullshit and you want all of it, everything, and you also want none of it,

Polly había llorado tanto que se sentía deshidratada. El llanto juvenil es una cosa y el llanto adulto otra muy distinta. Las lágrimas de la juventud son limpiadoras, como las siestas o las duchas tonificantes. Una buena llorera hace que el joven que sufre sienta que se ha conseguido algo. Las lágrimas de la edad adulta dejan a la víctima seca y agotada. Dejan los ojos escocidos. Dejan a su paso un dolor bajo las costillas y en la frente.

If Nana thinks you're trying to scam her, she'll tell you, and if she thinks you ruined her life by discontinuing Arnold's Thin bread, she'll let you know that, too. I guess when you spend eighty-seven years swallowing other people's bullshit, there comes a time when you gotta spit some back.

As my late mother famously observed, the one thing to be said for growing old is that every year there are a few more things I don't have to give a rat's ass about.

I didn't know that painters and writers retired. They're like soldiers – they just fade away.

When you're my age, you have the feeling sometimes that you're seeing the show come round again.

How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that? The big boy says, "When I grow up." And then, grown up, he says, "When I get married." But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to "When I'm able to retire." And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone.