Quotes About Aging

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

I know that throughout my life I have struggled to forgive my father. Now, as I get older, I wish most of all that he had been able to find a way to forgive himself.

I have aged. When I look in my polished bronze mirror, there are lines upon my face. I am thickened too and my skin has begun growing loose. I cut myself with my herbs and the scars stay. Sometimes I like it. Sometimes I am vain and dissatisfied. But I do not wish myself back. Of course my flesh reaches for the earth. That is where it belongs.

He had the distracted chuckle of troubled old people who look within, keeping watch on failing organs.

This is the queasy shadowland, and they don't even work hard at that because they have never learned to work at anything. They turn sloppy, and when the youngness is gone, there isn't much left. Just the dead eyes and the small meaty skills and the feeling their luck went bad sometime, when they weren't watching. Fifteen to twenty-five is the span, and they age quickly and badly. These are the bunnies who never find a burrow.

He tottered in. In a few moments he came out, hair piece in place. But the haggardness of his face made it look more spurious than before.

She was back in three minutes just to tell me that she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't get a little nutty from time to time, but she felt she was past the pill period, and then she headed back toward the beach, a lissome broad in her mirrored sunglasses, walking on good legs, and she was far younger than her years, yet old as the sea she approached.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

Alas, poor gentleman, He look'd not like the ruins of his youth But like the ruins of those ruins.

The best wines take the longest to mature.

We think we grow old, we grow wise and more tolerant; we just grow more lazy.

Swithin! And the fellow had gone and died, last November, at the age of seventy-nine, renewing the doubt whether Forsytes could live for ever, which had first arisen when Aunt Ann passed away.

I noticed that at some point the strategy of hiking farther and the reality of getting older began to diverge in inconvenient ways. It sneaks up on you, but eventually a mile at altitude begins to feel like a mile and a half, then two miles, and so on.

There is still no cure for the common birthday.

When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years.

She appeared to be about fifty years old, with long stringy gray hair, and lots of wrinkles. In

aging quite well, with the soft glow of one who knew little stress.

L'età ci arriva di soppiatto alle spalle, ma in un cane arriva con una rapidità mozzafiato, che induce a riflettere.

This is a book about me, at what I hope is the beginning of the second half of my life and not the brief, final tenth.

But even though we were all horrifying reminders of our own mortality, it was nice to see my old, crumbling friends.

If we live long enough, we become caricatures of ourselves.

If you live long enough, Bill - it's a world of epilogues, Richard Abbott said.

Wizened and white, with brown blotched on her face the size and complexity of unshelled peanuts, Midge had a jitter in her head that made her pew like a chicken trying to make up its mind what to peck.

They resembled an elderly, long-married couple—devoted to each other without conversation.