Quotes About Aging

In my feed, ART turned down the soundtrack to say, Young humans can be impulsive. The trick is keeping them around long enough to become old humans.

Don Abene's warm brown skin was lined at the corners of her mouth and eyes, and her long dark hair had strands of white in it, but for all I knew it was a cosmetic choice. She laughed and her dark eyes crinkled. "We're finally going, Miki!

Meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

Suicide is what everyone young thinks they'll do before they get old. But they hardly ever get round to it. They just don't want to commit themselves in that way. When you're young and you look ahead, time ends in mist at twenty-five. "Old won't happen to me", you say. But old does. Oh, old does. Old always gets you in the end.

Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies, it's a funny thing, but I'm an exception to that rule.'

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

Teoria mea … teoria mea este c? e mai bine s? mori cât? vreme nu È›i-a luat viaÈ›a totul. Trebuie s? p?strezi muniÈ› ii, energie pentru moarte È™i s? nu ajungi acolo complet golit, ca b?trânii ??tia acriÈ›i si nefericiÈ›i.

Is it not a magical thing, this life, when just a little ash, cinder, and unclear water can arrange themselves into a beautiful old woman who sways, lifts, kisses, loves, sickens, argues, loses, bears up under it all, and, wrinkling, still lives under all that and yet feeds the Holy in Nature by just the way she moves barefoot down a path?

I've been so lonely, mother, I decided to converse with my belly button, it talks just like my sweetheart but sometimes does not obey. I've seen yours, it really has a big smile; I guess as you get older your navel becomes more expressive.

you couldn't fight age, not really. If you had ten face-lifts and your whole body remodelled, you might look younger but you would still be fifty or sixty or whatever. Looking younger did not make you younger. Time passed, and the older you got the quicker it seemed to go.

One day, you'll wake up and thirty or forty years will have flown by.

Live your life how you want. Before you know it you'll be old. Old as me. And when you get to my age you get a different perspective on life. Suddenly, every day seems just that little bit shorter. You feel the ache coming in your bones. You know that the best, most fruitful part of your life is over. I read once that when people get old and go senile, they go back to a time in their life when they were useful.

Demonstrate talent, said Grandmother often to me, and you will still be loved by a husband when beauty has faded.

When it comes to staying young, a mind-lift beats a face-lift any day.

Remember, breasts don't sag as we get older, they relax.

Age is real life is short. It's foolhardy to deny it. We grow up, our bodies grow frail, death is coming. There's so much I want to do! There's a whole world out there I havent seen, ppl I havent met and who havent know me. God, there 're a million books I want to read. I dont want to sleep... I want to be awake. This is my life - I want to live it

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

New love is so beautiful, time just makes it ugly.

I've often thought that the process of aging could be slowed down if it had to go through Congress.

At sixteen I was stupid, confused and indecisive. At twenty-five I was wise, self-confident, prepossessing and assertive. At forty-five I am stupid, confused, insecure and indecisive. Who would have supposed that maturity is only a short break in adolescence?

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind- the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.

Old friends are the great blessings of one's later years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. They have a memory of the same events, have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow [To Be] old friends?