Quotes About Aging

He put down his roll and reached over and took her gnarled hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. I'm trying to tell the child something only you and I can understand. How good it is to be old. I watched her face go from being startled by his gesture to being pleased that he had somehow joined her side against me. Then she seemed to remember. She drew back her hand. We'll die, she said. Yes, he said. But we'll be ready. The young ones never are.

The insouciance of youth doesn't stay, but shades into "eccentricity," as people say when they are trying to be kind, until finally you become just another lonely crackpot. But I've always been this way. The strangeness just used to seem more fashionable, probably.

Oftentimes, what causes old people to become poor walkers is poor walking. One must bend one's knees. One must lift one's feet up. One must be unceasing. One mustn't shuffle.

I am old and all I have left is time. I don't mean time to live; I mean free time. Time to fill. Time to kill until time kills me. I walk and walk and think and think.

I am old and all I have left is time. I don't mean time to live; I mean free time. Time to fill. Time to kill until time kills me. I walk and walk and think and think.

old people have to go to children's or most often to rest homes where they are shunted into wheelchairs and made as fast as possible into zombies cause it's easier to handle a zombie, if you have to handle anything, than a human.

Doris Lessing: You only begin to discover the difference between what you really are, your real self, and your appearance when you get a bit older...a whole dimension of life suddenly slides away and you realize that what in fact you've been using to get attention has been what you look like...it really is a most salutary and fascinating thing to go through, shedding it all.

I aged rapidly during those months, as one must with such loss of one's self, with such proximity to death, and such distance from shelter.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.

But God will know the slow tread of an old couple's love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.

Your lives are set out for you. You'll become adults, then before you're old, before you're even middle-aged, you'll start to donate your vital organs. That's what each of you was created to do.

As we got older, we went on talking about the Gallery. If you wanted to praise someone's work, you'd say: "That's good enough for the Gallery." And after we discovered irony, whenever we came across any laughably bad work, we'd go: "Oh yes! Straight to the Gallery with that one!

the slow tread of an old couple's love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.

Pero Dios sabrá valorar el lento discurrir del amor que una pareja de anciones siente el uno por el otro, y comprender que las negras sombras forman parte de su totalidad

His weekly golf game no longer keeps his love handles in check, he's recently resorted to a slight comb-over to cover that growing bald spot, he squints to avoid wearing the bifocals he hides in his desk drawer, and he spends his days in an office filled with decades-old sports trophies.

How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.

Her breasts had changed, too. He remembered when they had stuck out from her chest as if they were weightless, the nipples pointing up. Then, when she was pregnant, they had become even bigger, and the nipples had grown larger. Now they were lower and softer, and they swung delightfully from side to side when she walked. He had loved them through all their changes. He wondered what they would be like when she was old.

The extra line or two around her eyes only made them more fascinating; the touch of silver in her hair enhanced the blackness of the rest; and if she was a little heavier than she had been it made her body more voluptuous.

Looking in the full-length mirror, she thought, I've got everything I had twenty years ago—it's all just three inches lower.

Los años parecen pasar con más rapidez a medida que te vas haciendo mayor.

A Ned se le antojó una visión triste: una meretriz envejecida esforzándose al máximo por sacar partido a sus decrépitos encantos con tal de retener el afecto de un sacerdote viejo, corrupto y barrigudo. Algunas veces, Ned tenía la sensación de vivir en un mundo en descomposición.

La comida no era tan buena como la que le servían en su casa, pero la atmósfera era muy tranquila. Los sillones del saloncito para fumadores eran antiguos y cómodos, los camareros eran mayores y lentos, el papel de la pared estaba descolorido y la pintura había perdido color. Todavía tenían luz de gas. Los hombres como Walden acudían allí porque sus casas les resultaban excesivamente limpias y femeninas. —Dijo usted que casi lo habían

I think that women find their strength and power in their sexuality, in their sensuality within, [through] getting older and being secure within that.