Quotes About Aging

I came by my decrepitude the hard way and I propose to enjoy it.

Life is short, but the years are long.

A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart . . . no matter what the merciless hours have done.

Poor old Agnes! So ambitious. He guessed he had been quite a disappointment to her . . . and no doubt the change of life wasn't making things any easier for her. Well, at least she was loyal, right to her toes . . . and we all have our shortcomings; she was probably as sick of him as he—no point in that!

A great artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is . . . and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be . . . more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body.

Jubal had long forsworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.

if she didn't have money to burn, you might call it senile dementia. As it is, she is in for rest and a check-up.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream

Grow old along with me.....the Best is yet to be.....The Last of life---for which the First was made.

A black Chevy coupe with acne corrosion passed in the opposite direction, and two aging black pickups.

Yeah, well, try living with it. Getting old is hell.

Time is wicked. It comes and goes like a thief in the night, stealing our youth, our beauty, and our bodies.

Every minute of every day is a gift, and growing old a privilege, not a right.

There comes a time in every man's life," he'd said in the halting, ghostly voice his stroke had left him, "when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

One should get braver as one got older… there was less to lose. Why fear man taking Allah would take soon enough? Easy to say when one believed in Allah. Paradise awaited the faithful. The problem was… he no longer believed.

I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old

Time, the destroyer of all things beautiful

Why hell, look at us. Old men alone. Decrepit old bachelors out here in the country seventeen miles from the closest town which don't amount to much of a good goddamn even when you get there. Think of us. Crotchety and ignorant. Lonesome. Independent. Set in all our ways. How you going to change now at this age of life? I can't say, Raymond said. But I'm going to. That's what I know.

Not long ago he had turned sixty, an age when people hunger for a moment, however small, that will justify the years they have spent and those that still remain to them.

Anyone can do this if they really understand the true meaning behind life. There's a start and there's an end. We all start in the same place. Then we get older and it ends. All of the stuff that happens in the middle, for those of us lucky enough to have one—it's all helping us to basically be a fucking great example to those who are coming after us. It's all education. It's all knowledge. It's all wisdom.

He was carrying a little more weight, his hair greyer, but he looked healthy and relaxed, like a man who was comfortable with where he was in life and what lay ahead.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd live to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.

You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person.