Quotes About Aging

To see how pretty an old woman once was, it is not enough just to look at each feature; they must be translated.

This is Old Age; but then, thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty; which will change 540 To withered, weak, and gray; thy senses then, Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forego, To what thou hast; and, for the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry 545 To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

And how after we grow old can we read the Bible without a little helpful science? Just think, father, you cannot read your Bible without spectacles,... And spectacles cannot be made without some knowledge of the science of optics.

We also notice, at the other end, how the shadows of old age are lit more and more from the invisible world.

feel that old age and aging is a time of great gathering, a time of sifting and a time of reaping the rewards of forgotten and neglected experience.

And here are we, even if we are old, we still have time, and time is always full of possibility. It would really be a great gift that an old person could give to themselves, the gift of recognizing the possibilities that are in that time, and to use their imagination. The imagination is the gateway to a full life, and people who awaken their imagination come in to a force field of possibility and there are doors opening everywhere. I think it is unknown what you can do if you begin to see it.

As we grow old, that twilight Would illuminate treasure In the fields of memory.

Aging is a carefully designed exercise that constantly urges us with increasing insistence to attend to that part of our selves that is most important, the essential part of our selves that will endure and continue its endless journey toward fulfilling its capacity to become ever more refined, ever more complete and joyful.

old musicians never die, they just decompose.

cheap Mossberg that had seen better days, the barrel hot enough to iron with.

I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me.

The universe isn't going to be conquered by legions of geriatrics. No offense.

The problem with aging is not that it's one damn thing after another—it's every damn thing, all at once, all the time.

Then you're seventy-five, friends are dead, and you've replaced at least one major organ: you have to pee four times a night, and you can't go up a flight a stairs without being little winded -- and your're told you're in pretty good shape for your age. [....], in a decade you'll be eighty-five, and the only difference between you and a raisin will be that while you're both wrinkled and without a prostate, the raisin never had a prostate to begin with.

That's aging's trump card; they still can't replace brains.

The problem with aging is not that it's one damn thing after another—it's every damn thing, all at once, all the time. You

in a decade you'll be eighty-five, and then the only difference between you and a raisin will be that while you're both wrinkled and without a prostate, the raisin never had a prostate to begin with.

She shrugged. "I don't mind getting old." "I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me." Her

I don't mind getting old." "I didn't mind getting old when I was young, either," I said. "It's the being old now that's getting to me.

I am sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It's small mining-- small mining. You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.

It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better. But it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and either one will kill us.

They were fed and clothed and taken care of until they were too old, and then they were kicked out. This ending was no deterrent. No one who is young is ever going to be old.

Morning seems to come earlier every year I live.

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And some men eased themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.