Quotes About Aging

He goes back to his childhood, as old men do.

The old man's dying was painless and feather-light, all the substance of his once sharp and vigorous mind gone on before; but it was slow. The fading candle flame did not flicker, only dimmed in perfect stillness second by second, so mysteriously that they missed the moment when the last spark withdrew, and only knew he was gone when they began to realise that the prints of age were smoothing themselves out gently from his face.

worn to cobweb fragility, like the skins of very old men, that bruise and stain at the mere brushing of the breeze, and flower into brown blotches as the leaves into rotting gold. The colours of late autumn are the colours of the sunset: the farewell of the year and the farewell of the day. And of the life of man? Well, if it ends in a flourish of gold, that is no bad ending.

Whatever age you are, he says. You still die young.

You've got to use every moment. Because in the blink of an eye it's past you, and you never get your time again. Forgive me, Grace, Charlotte said smiling, but I think that's rubbish. I believe we meet our times with our full and ready selves at whatever ages we are when the times happen to us. That's what it's all about.

Getting old is pathetic if you use it as an excuse for no longer being responsible.

But there was a last time. An unforeseen and uncommemorated last time. I don't remember it. That, more than anything, describes aging to me—the letting go of one activity after the next, with no fanfare. Just realizing later that the last time has come and gone,

But there was a last time. An unforeseen and uncommemorated last time. I don't remember it. That, more than anything, describes aging to me—the letting go of one activity after the next, with no fanfare. Just realizing later that the last time has come and gone," Agnes said.

Archie materialized, a vision of how aging men delude themselves into believing they have achieved peak allure.

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!

It's not that the old are wise But that we thirst for the wisdom we had at twenty when we understood everything when our brains bubbled with tingling insights percolating up from our brilliant genitals when our music rang like a global siege shooting down all the lies in the world oh then we knew the truth then we sparkled like mica in granite and now we stand on the shore of an ocean that rises and rises but is too salt to drink

It's said, after all, that people reach middle age the day they realize they're never going to read Remembrance of Things Past.

Cuando eres joven deseas cosas, cuando eres mayor deseas desearlas.

In most novels it is taken for granted that people over fifty are as set in their ways as elderly apple trees, and as permanently shaped and scarred by the years they have weathered. The literary convention is that nothing major can happen to them except through subtraction.

We'd die here, old together, safe with each other's secrets. We were each other's juvenilia

Once you harden, the arteries do.

Dirty old men are dirty because they are hanging on to life. Sex is the life force, and the nearer they come to death, the more urgent their desire. Thus it comes about that the drive becomes most insistent at the time when the ability to gratify it is disappearing. So they augment a waning potency by reaching down into the dirt, adding lust and aggression to hold aloft an impulse that once soared effortlessly on wings of love alone.

When you're young your mother shields you from the world because she thinks you're too young to understand, and when she's old you shield her because she's too old to understand - or to have any more understanding inflicted upon her. The curve of life goes: want to know, know, don't want to know.

Maybe Justin, my students, spoiled me for people my own age, usually so boring, talking about their endless health problems, pros/cons of being cremated, not realizing they're already dead in the most tragic way.

y la piel de las ciudades envejece también, como la de sus hijos, pero el tiempo posa sobre sus poros de piedra, de cristal, de cemento, una pátina brillante y bella, dorada, tensa, tan inexorable su poder como el que ahonda los surcos que el mismo tiempo abre sin piedad en las esquinas de nuestros labios, de nuestros ojos, de nuestra frente".

La vieillesse est un naufrage. Mais je n'ai pas envie de voir couler le bateau.

Hélas, on a l'âge de sa mémoire, n'est-ce pas? Et non de ses artères, comme disent les imbéciles.

Moves that build powerful core muscles (abs, back, hips, and pelvis) help support your spine, so you stand straighter. They also improve your balance, which starts to deteriorate in your 40s as these stabilizing muscles weaken.

Most voices get weaker and frailer. I seem to be getting better with age.