Quotes About Aging

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

But he was beginning to grow old. He slept more than had been his wont, and bit by bit his long daily runs were shortening. As with some fastidious elderly bachelor or spinster, the approach of age made Lad fussily averse to any disturbing change in the routine of his placid daily life. Strangers and guests were increasingly unwelcome to him.

A dog is not at his best, in mind or in body, until he has passed his third year. And, before he nears the ten-year mark, he has begun to decline. At twelve or thirteen, he is as decrepit as is the average human of seventy. And not one dog in a hundred can be expected to live to fourteen. (Lad, by some miracle, was destined to endure past his own sixteenth birthday; a record seldom equaled among his race.)

Los años arrugan la piel, pero renunciar al entusiasmo arruga el alma.

There will be a time when we all get old, have kids, and all we do is work, so the only thing we are going to have are the memories we shared on the life we lived together.

But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?

Los años se restan, se diluyen, se esfuman, en vertiginoso retroceso del tiempo

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

Man reaches a point in his life when unchanging becomes a matter of pride; the habits and remnants of youth are thereafter kept in the museum of the self.

He probably came here to like live for free with his grandmother. Mrs. Alzheimer, née Loaded.

The things that stop you having sex with age are exactly the same as those that stop you riding a bicycle.

The notebook smelled the way old books do, like dust and unrealized potential.

Imagine yourself as a pool of light and sound altering as all your days run through you, and they pass again and again. From moment to moment, you are every age you have ever been, but in no particular order. Time courses through you, the time you lived, a flume of your days. This was Peter's dementia.

Nobody expects to trust his body overmuch after the age of fifty.

however, I couldn't pass up a Saint-Marcellin from La Mère Richard, a spark plug of a woman who's built a whole life on aging these small, puffy raw cow's milk cheeses from the Dauphiné region to perfection and who has a stand in the main market of Lyon.

Wisdom is balance, and a three-legged stance (old man), like a three-legged stool, offers the best balance. When one has become older, one knows that doing is valid only when it enhances being and that thinking makes sense only if it stems from feeling.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw:Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,A little louder, but as empty quite:Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,And beads and prayer books are the toys of age!Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before;Till tir'd he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.

If getting older has taught me one thing, it's that I feel so many conflicting things about so many different things, and to negate or stifle any of them doesn't make them go away. Emotions don't necessarily have a moral compass. Feelings can't be shamed into disappearing. Suppressing and ignoring them will only make them come back to bite you in the therapist's chair.

No one ever died of cellulite or wrinkles.

But that's one of the good things about getting older: often the most terrible of things turn into the most amusing through the lens of time.

My theory is that's why our eyesight goes as we get older: to protect us from seeing ourselves in sharp focus.

Meurs ! tu es l'ennemi de tout ce qui aime ; affaisse-toi sur ta solitude, n'attends pas la vieillesse ; ne laisse pas d'enfant sur la terre, ne féconde pas un sang corrompu ; efface-toi comme la fumée, ne prive pas le grain de blé qui pousse d'un rayon de soleil !