Quotes About Aging

They was havin' the time a their life, an' same time you wouldn' give a gopher for their chance.'' Casy said, "Seems like that's the way. Fella havin' fun, he don't give a damn; but a fella mean an' lonely an' old an' disappointed—he's scared of dyin'!

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.

along the road. He heard the iron tires of the cart grinding on the road. He turned and looked after it, and on the slope he saw old Samuel against the sky, his white hair shining with starlight.

Most lives extend in a curve. There is a rise of ambition, a rounded peak of maturity, a gentle downward slope of disillusion and last a flattened grade of waiting for death.

I don't want to be forgotten, Henry. That is greater horror to an old man than death--to be forgotten.

Toen ik heel jong was en de drang om ergens anders te zijn voelde, verzekerden volwassen mensen me dat volwassenheid me van dit verlangen af zou helpen. Toen ik, wat jaren betreft, volwassen was geworden, was middelbare leeftijd de voorgeschreven remedie. Op middelbare leeftijd werd mij verzekerd dat een nog hogere leeftijd de koorts zou doen afnemen en nu ik achtenvijftig ben, is seniliteit wellicht de oplossing.

I wisht somebody'd shoot me if I got old an' a cripple.

I like old men. They can be wonderful bastards because they have nothing to lose. The only people who can be themselves are babies and old bastards.

Her hair had been going gray as long as he could remember; she bundled it behind in a bun held with hairpins that he frequently found on the floor when he lived boyishly close to the carpet.

He wants to feel good, he always used to feel good at every turning of the year, every vacation or end of vacation, every new sheet on the calendar: but his adult life has proved to have no seasons, only changes of weather, and the older he gets, the less weather interests him. The house next to his old house still has the FOR SALE sign up. He tries his front door

Harold believed that beauty was what happened between people, was in a sense the trace of what had happened, so he in truth found her, though minutely creased and puckered and sagging, more beautiful than the unused girl whose ruins she thought of herself as inhabiting. Such generosity of perception returned upon himself; as he lay with Janet, lost in praise, Harold felt as if a glowing tumor of eternal life were consuming the cells of his mortality.

Yes, well, years. Some die young; some are born old.

The old continue to be old-fashioned, though their youths were modern. We grow backward, aging into our father's opinions and even into those of our grandfathers.

What you lose as you age is witnesses, the ones that watched from early on and cared, like your own little grandstand.

Getting old could be jolly, if you stayed strong.

Just yesterday, it seems to him, she's stopped being pretty.

They felt the poorhouse would always be there, exempt from time. That some residents died, and others came, did not occur to them; a few believed that the name of the prefect was still Mendelssohn. In a sense the poorhouse would indeed outlast their homes. The old continue to be old-fashioned, though their youths were modern. We grow backward, aging into our father's opinion and even into those of our grandfathers.

Maybe the dead are gods, there's certainly something kind about them, the way they give you room. What you lose as you age is witnesses, the ones that watched from early on and cared, like your own little grandstand. The more dead you know it seems the more living there are you don't know.

It's funny, I don't feel any older than I did when I was twenty. But I know I am, because recently some twenty-year-old called me 'sir.' Sometimes the only way you know you are getting older is by the way others treat you.

Once I climb in, will they believe it's me even if they know who I am, or think I'm just a John Waters impersonator? Which I am in a way every day Ã¢â'¬Â¦ only older.

Ancient person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it ere thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient person of my heart.

Growing old is unavoidable, but never growing up is possible. I believe you can retain certain things from your childhood if you protect them - certain traits, certain places where you don't let the world go.

You know you're old when your family talk about you in front of you. What are we going to do with Pop? We have company tonight.

Eventually I'd like to have a family. I'd like to not be limping around when I'm 50 years old.