Quotes About Aging

la nostalgia es la mayor de las penitencias que cumplen los hombres al paso de los años.

La vejez es la más grande de las desgracias de la humanidad, una enfermedad crónica que debe ser combatida por el progreso de la ciencia».

El placer de comer] es un placer que hay que descubrir a los treinta años. Es la edad en que el ser humano deja de ser un imbécil y a cambio paga el precio de empezar a envejecer.

Their first discussion began with Huang Di inquiring, "I've heard that in the days of old everyone lived one hundred years without showing the usual signs of aging. In our time, however, people age prematurely, living only fifty years. Is this due to a change in the environment, or is it because people have lost the correct way of life?

Desde el momento en que nacemos, también se inicia la vejez

Maybe it is this discrepancy between the aging of the body and the longevity of subjective psychology that prompted the establishment of a distinction between body and soul, which seems obvious and natural to many and makes them believe, more or less vaguely, in the immortality of a spiritual principle.

As we get older the brain actually gets smarter.

Les parents ont tout oublié, ce n'est pas de leur faute, ils ont juste vieilli.

Arrive-t-il un moment de la vie où le bonheur est passé, où l'on n'attend plus rien ? Est-ce cela que vieillir ? Lorsque aujourd'hui ne parle que d'hier, quand le présent n'est plus qu'un trait de nostalgie que l'on cache pudiquement par des éclats de rire ?

Les souvenirs sont parfois comme ces photographies blanchies par le temps, dont les détails ressurgissent à la faveur d'un certain éclairage.

Hast du schon mal das Gefühl gehabt dass die Welt dich im Stich läst,den Eindruck dsas das Zimmer indem du dich befindest immer kleiner wird,die Überzeigung das deine Kleider über Nacht gealtert,dass dein Bild in jedem Spiegel dein Elend reflektiert & dass dir das Gefühl zu glauben das dich nichts und niemand liebt & das du nichts liebst & das dieses Nichts die Leere deiner Existenz ist?

Ä°nsan hayata erken at?lm??sa, bir gün dinleneceÄŸini düÅŸündükçe belli bir huzur duyar. Belki de zaman geçtikçe bedenlerimiz. Baz? ÅŸeyleri bize daha zor kabul ettirdiÄŸinden. Bir ÅŸey gitgide daha güç ve yorucu bir hale gelir; o zaman sonsuza dek uyuma düÅŸuncesi, eskisi kadar korkutmamaya baÅŸlar.

Una pesadilla es un sueño que ha envejecido mal

un cosmar e un vis care a imbatranit urat

Elle lui expliqua que les adultes avaient peur de toutes sortes de choses, peur de vieillir, peur de mourir, peur de ce qu'ils n'ont pas vécu, peur de la maladie, parfois même du regard des enfants, peur qu'on les juge.

What you don't know about your parents is what becomes fascinating as you get older. They

I don't know if I am romanticizing, mythologizing, or being nostalgic. I assume all three. That seems to be how the brain breaks things down after a certain age. I

Het verlangen, de pijn van het gemis, het drama, dat was wat ik herkende als echt en waar. De rust, de gelijkmatigheid van het dagelijks bestaan, het gewone, daar keek ik op neer. Voor mij niet de verdoving die leven heet, dat lauwwarme voortbestaan in de hoop dat je zonder al te veel problemen oud wordt en doodgaat.

I walked past her, thinking: Is this what happens to the youth of women? Those whom we have met in the past, if suddenly we desire to see them again, have they become old? Is the young woman whom we desire like a character on the stage, when, unable to secure the actress who created the part, the management is obliged to entrust it to a new star? But then it is no longer the same.

La tristesse des hommes qui ont vieilli c'est de ne pas même songer à écrire de telles lettres dont ils ont appris l'inefficacité.

The truth is that as we grow older we kill all those who love us by the cares we give them, by the anxious tenderness we inspire in them and constantly arouse.

I had spent the New Year's Day of old men, who differ on that day from their juniors, not because people have ceased to give them presents but because they themselves have ceased to believe in the New Year.

And yet, my dear Charles Swann, whom I used to know when I was still so young and you were nearing your grave, it is because he whom you must have regarded as a young idiot has made you the hero of one of his novels that people are beginning to speak of you again and that your name will perhaps live.

As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec, the dried-up seeds and sagging tubers that my girl-friends would become. But, now that it was time for buds to blossom, what did that matter?