Quotes About Aging

Young people seem not to know that they are going to get old, but older people know that they are not going to become young again.

Nothing so much torments a geezer as the thought of the unlived life.

No one grows up, they just get tired. Or few indeed. No stopping for dead animals on the turnpike. Too dangerous.

HOLY COW! Wrinkles only go where smiles have been.

I'm growing older but not up, my metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck. Let the hands of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living, then live while I'm dead...

As our mountain friend says, 'It takes about forty-five or fifty years before we realize that we can go to bed at about ten o'clock and not miss anything much.

Jenny Marzen is who again? Amy knew perfectly well who she was. Jenny Marzen was hot, hotter than Amy had ever been, and Jenny Marzen would be washed up in ten years and didn't know it. And Jenny is my number one fan? No, but she likes you. She read your stories in grad school. What is she, twelve? The point is, she really liked the article, and all that stuff about experience and news. Lex says she says you've got gravitas. That's a dirty lie. I never even had mono.

O senhor escute meu coração, pegue no meu pulso. O senhor avista meus cabelos brancos... Viver - não é? - é muito perigoso. Porque ainda não se sabe. Porque aprender-a-viver é que é o viver, mesmo. O sertão me produz, depois me enguliu, depois me cuspiu do quente da boca... O senhor crê minha narração?

A doctor to whom I occasionally talk suggest that I have made an inadequate adjustment to aging. Wrong, I want to say. In fact I have made no adjustment whatsoever to aging. In fact I had lived my entire life to date without seriously believing that I would age.

Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time. For forty years I saw myself through John's eyes. I did not age.

Aging and its evidence remain life's most predictable events, yet they also remain matters we prefer to leave unmentioned, unexplored.

When my mother was near death at age ninety she told me that she was ready to die but could not. "You and Jim need me," she said. My brother and I were by then in our sixties.

Aging and its evidence remain life's most predictable events, yet they also remain matters we prefer to leave unmentioned, unexplored: I have watched tears flood the eyes of grown women, loved women, women of talent and accomplishment, for no reason other than that a small child in the room, more often than not an adored niece or nephew, has just described them as "wrinkly," or asked how old they are.

death of a parent, he wrote, "despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, paradoxically, the denial of time. For forty years I saw myself through John's eyes. I did not age.

One day we are looking at the Magnum photograph of Sophia Loren at the Christian Dior show in Paris in 1968 and thinking yes, it could be me, I could wear that dress, I was in Paris that year; a blink of the eye later we are in one or another doctor's office being told what has already gone wrong, why we will never again wear the red suede sandals with the four-inch heels, never again wear the gold hoop earrings, the enameled beads, never now wear the dress Sophia Loren is wearing.

Grief when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. It was not what I felt when my parents died: my father died a few days short of his eighty-fifth birthday and my mother a month short of her ninety-first, both after some years of increasing debility. What I felt in each instance was sadness, loneliness (the loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age), regret for time gone by, for things unsaid.

Marriage is not only time: it is also, paradoxically, the denial of time. For forty years I saw myself through John's eyes. I did not age. This year for the first time since I was twenty-nine I saw myself through the eyes of others. This year for the first time since I was twenty-nine I realized that my image of myself was of someone significantly younger.

I like every part of growing older except what happens to your feet. Written by Avis DeVoto to Julia Child in As Always, Julia

This is awful," Sally said. "Why should it be so painful?" "Because you don't realize how important your human landscape is until bits drop away." He gripped her hand. "It's worse when you get older. In your twenties, you never think—

Leitor ignaro, se não guardas as cartas da juventude, não conhecerás um dia a filosofia das folhas velhas, não gostarás o prazer de ver-te, ao longe, na penumbra, com um chapéu de três bicos, botas de sete léguas e longas barbas assírias, a bailar ao som de uma gaita anacreôntica. Guarda as tuas cartas da juventude!

one day, you turn around, and your baby is a man. One day, you look in the mirror, and see gray hair. One day, you realize there is less of your life left than what you've already lived.

I'm at the age where that's a surprise, where I still think I'm going to see a younger woman rather than the one who blinks back at me.

For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating rejuvenating exciting and satisfying.