Quotes About Aging

El envejecimiento (igual que la muerte) es una de las pocas características democráticas y ecuánimes de nuestra condición humana; algo que nos unifica y define a todos más allá de nuestras diversidades y de la realidad de un mundo tan cambiante

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

There is a line in Verlaine I shall not recall again, There is a street close by forbidden to my feet, There's a mirror that's seen me for the very last time, There is a door that I have locked till the end of the world. Among the books in my library (I have them before me) There are some that I shall never open now. This summer I complete my fiftieth year; Death is gnawing at me ceaselessly.

Talvez me enganem a velhice e o temor, mas tenho a suspeita de que a espécie humana - a única - está prestes a extinguir-se e que a Biblioteca perdurará: iluminada, solitária, infinita, perfeitamente imóvel, armada de volumes preciosos, incorruptível, secreta.

Ya cumplidos los cuarenta años, todo cambio es un símbolo detestable del pasaje del tiempo;

Para un hombre célibe entrado en años, el ofrecido amor es un don que ya no se espera.

Por indecisión o por negligencia o por otras razones, no me casé, y ahora estoy solo. No me duele la soledad; bastante esfuerzo es tolerarse a uno mismo y a sus manías. Noto que estoy envejeciendo; un síntoma inequívoco es el hecho de que no me interesan o sorprenden las novedades, acaso porque advierto que nada esencialmente nuevo hay en ellas y que no pasan de ser tímidas variaciones

Like all men of the Library, in my younger days I traveled; I have journeyed in quest of a book, perhaps the catalog of catalogs. Now that my eyes can hardly make out what I myself have written, I am preparing to die, a few leagues from the hexagon where I was born. When I am dead, compassionate hands will throw me over the railing; my tomb will be the unfathomable air, my body will sink for ages, and I will decay and dissolve in the wind engendered by my fall, which shall be infinite.

All things go off, leaving us. Old age is probably the supreme solitude - except that the supreme solitude is death. - Blindness

has gastado los años y te han gastado, y todavía no has escrito el poema.

17 La vieja mano sigue trazando versos para el olvido

pero en mi niñez he visto hombres viejos que largamente se ocultaban en las letrinas, con unos discos de metal en un cubilete prohibido, y débilmente remedaban el divino desorden.

After forty, every change becomes a symbol of time's passing.

There is a line by Verlaine that I will not remember again. There is a street nearby that is off limits to my feet. There is a mirror that has seen me for the last time. There is a door I have closed until the end of the world. Among the books in my library (I'm looking at them now) are some I will never open. This summer I will be fifty years old. Death is using me up, relentlessly.

El temor de lo crasamente infinito, del mero espacio, de la mera materia, tocó por un instante a Averroes. Miró el simétrico jardín; se supo envejecido, inútil, irreal.

As you grow older, you will have a decision to make. Will you focus more on the things that give you achievement and satisfaction and growth or on things that have an impact outside yourself?

Tout ce que je sais, c'est qu'il n'existe pas de héros dans ce monde. Pas vraiment. Rien que des hommes et des femmes devenus vieux et fatigués qui n'ont plus la force de lutter pour ce qu'ils aiment.

Your grandfather was a hero in a war, girls. He wasn't a bad man or a weak man. Maybe he was too old to have a second family, a second wife and your mother and me, so many years after he lost his first. Maybe he was too old to fight anymore, and that's why he let me be taken away. I've thought about this for years and years. All I know is there are no heroes in this world. Not really. Just men and women who become old and tired and lose the strength to fight for what they love any longer.

One great thing about growing old is that nothing is going to lead to anything. Everything is of the moment.

The problem in middle life, when the body has reached its climax of power and begins to decline, is to identify yourself not with the body, which is falling away, but with the consciousness of which it is a vehicle. This is something I learned from myths.

When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.

Spare me from ending up in a dayroom with worn-out, incontinent old folk. Spare

Something I've noticed as I get older is that I do think about the future more. It's all positive thinking.