Quotes About Aging

Isn't it said that memories only grow more beautiful with time?

Thirty. "Something of the maiden's fragrance lingers with a woman until she is twenty-nine, but nothing is left about the body of the woman of thirty years.

Humans are sorry, pitiful beings. No matter whether we succeed or fail, are intelligent or dimwitted, win or lose: we will harden our expressions and exert our strength, running around sweating from morning to evening, and meanwhile only grow older.

En el fondo, nos hemos equivocado al prejuzgar que convertirse en un abuelito de trescientos años ha supuesto una desgracia para Urashima.

To get back to my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable

The financial security of older training analysts in power and the distraction from the ordinary uncertainties of aging may play an important role here.

Time the devourer of all things.

After toe-off, masters runners tend to have less hip extension compared with younger runners, and the movement of the swinging leg when it is behind the body tends to be more lethargic in older runners.

Olen maistanut Houghton White Burgundya, jolla hän loi maineensa - viini on syvää, paksua, sitkeää ja kultaista, kypsyyttä tihkuvaa mutta majesteettisesti vanhenevaa, kuin kuoropoikaan rakastunut leskirouva.

There is only one cure for gray hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

Henry glanced hastily at the mirror. Yes, he did look rather old. He must have overdone some of the lines on his forehead. He looked something between a youngish centenarian and a nonagenarian who had seen a good deal of trouble.

There is one thing women can never take away from men. We die sooner.

As I get older, all sorts of things become less funny. Once one has children, any cruelty involving children becomes far less amusing than when one was at the mercy of one's friends' and relatives' children.

It's a queer thing, growing up. The years pile up, Hap, but at the same time I'm still ever age I ever was. When we stood before those sea-giants, I felt five years old, awed and scared. When I see a pretty lady, I'm eighteen again! And when my bones remind me, I feel all of my sixty years. All those ages are still inside me, all at once. The years stack up like sediment, and the layers remain.

Después de los cuarenta empezaba a desconfiar de la memoria, hasta de la mejor memoria, la de las buenas intenciones.

I'm gonna see an old lady with white hair, like the old ladies inna park, little bundles inna black shawl, waiting for the coffin. I'm fifty-six years old. What am I to do with myself? I have strength in my hands. I wanna cook. I wanna clean. I wanna make dinner for my children. I wanna be of use to somebody. Am I an old dog to lie in fronta the fire till my eyes close? These are terrible years, Theresa! Terrible years!

MRS. HOLLINGSWORTH LIKES TO traipse. Her primary worry is thinning pubic hair, though this has not happened yet. She is bothered that a thought of this sort could occur to her at all, let alone with some frequency. She enjoys a solidarity with fruit. She is wistful for the era in which hatboxes proliferated, though a hatbox is not something even her grandmother may have owned.

Alguien que no me abandonará?, pienso para mis adentros y deseo volver a ser joven, porque entonces tal vez lo hubiera creído.

I don't really feel like I want to chase youth. I want to get old. I want to experience all the seasons of my life.

She'll thank you when she's thirty and can still fit into her high school jeans.

People's youthful quirks can harden into adult pathologies. What's adorable at 20 can be worrisome at 30 and dangerous at 40.

There are stages of becoming a grown-up. First, you definitely aren't one. Then you pretend to be one. Then you're sure that there are no grown -ups; that they're mythological and don't really exist. And then finally, maybe one day in your forties, you just are one.

We're at—or approaching—our lifetime peak in earnings, but Botox now seems like a reasonable idea. We're reaching the height of our careers, but we can now see how they will probably end.

Most of us fear that in growing old, we'll become a shell of ourselves. But, of course, it's the youthful versions of ourselves that are our shells; we must leave them behind like a snakeskin. We must grow out of ourselves to grow beyond our old limits, or else risk being suffocated by the sediment of our own history.