Quotes About Aging

When you get older you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Comfortable?" he asked. "You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old... you wish for things from the past to

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old … you wish for things from the past

I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm doing by how many people remember; it's like the old fantasy of attending your own funeral: You get to see who your friends are, get to see who shows up.

The only thing constantly changing is change The living only become dead Your hair falling out Your liver swelled up Your teeth rot your gums and your chin Your ass starts to sag Your balls shrivel up Your cock swallowed up in its sack The only thing constantly changing is change And it's always change on your back.

the goal is to get old without getting feeble.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

You know you're getting older when the first thing you do after you're done eating is look for a place to lie down.

When you're young, you do drugs that could kill you. When you get old, you just want drugs that can keep you alive. Full circle, baby.

In that moment I think I learned the real tragedy of living too long. It is not losing one's health or one's memory or even one's mind; it is losing one's dignity.

will say this. He gets less ugly with time.

Groote God, wat was het ellendig... dat aftakelen, dat oud worden, dat zich voortslepen van de dagen, de jaren; wat was het ellendig, dat alles wat je kreeg van het leven, je betalen moest met je jonge dagen eerst, en later met je oudere jaren - als was het leven een bank, waarop je wissels trok, - als was je bestaan een kapitaal, waarvan je leefde, en nooit spaarde een cent - zoodat, als je dood zoû zijn, je ook alles en alles verspild had...

Old age is an excellent time for outrage. My goal is to say or do at least one outrageous thing every week.

A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.

They don't teach this at medical school, but I've seen it in real life. People die in bits and pieces. A series of petites morts. Little deaths. They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence. Those are the physical ones. But there're others. Less obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope. They lose faith. They lose interest. And finally, they lose themselves.

They don't teach this at medical school, but I've seen it in real life. People dying in bits and pieces. A series of petites morts. Little deaths. They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence. Those are the physical ones. But there're others. Less obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope. They lose faith. They lose interest. And finally, they lose themselves.

And this was what a couple of that age looked like. If they were lucky.

But Annie hates children." "Well, she's not very good with them, but I don't think she hates them. She adores Florence and Zora." "She has to," said Beauvoir. "They're family. She's probably depending on them, in her old age. She'll be bitter Auntie Annie, with the stale chocolates and the doorknob collection. And they'll have to look after her. So she can't drop them on their heads now.

you don't get to be old without knowing grief. And loss.

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marvelled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

También si todo aquello desaparecería con el tiempo. Si la voz se apagaría y los rasgos se desdibujarían. Si los recuerdos se desvanecerían y ocuparían su lugar en el olvido junto a otros acontecimientos del pasado, igual de agradables pero neutros. Avec le temps. ¿Es que con el paso del tiempo amamos menos?

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

There is no doubt that a little difficulty and plenty of variety keep you young, or at any rate amused, which may be nearly the same thing. I sometimes wonder whether science will one day establish that we die of boredom.