Aging Quotes
-I was young! I made a mistake, okay! Haven’t you ever made a mistake?-I’m old! Of course I’ve made mistakes, you stupid little shit!
How naive and foolish the young are to imagine that they understand the loneliness of great age, the outliving of your contemporaries, anyone to whom your century of memory might make any sense.
The young have little use for the concept of rebirth, yet the older they get the more appealing the concept becomes.
I do not dye my hair blackso as to be young again and sin againbut because people dye their clothes black in mourning, so I have dyed my hair black, mourning for my old age.
It's strange how in childhood it feels like tomorrow won't come until the end of forever, but in adulthood it feels like the end of forever could come tomorrow.
Trust me, somewhere over the rainbow, happily ever after, etcetera, etcetera - looks far less likely in your mid-thirties.
I had forgotten such innocence exists, /forgotten how it feels/ to live with neither calendars nor clocks
Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.
You're the loveliest you'll ever be...until tomorrow and then you will be even lovelier.
I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life’s dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.
Aging is a mortal term that my immortal spirit doesn't quite grasp.
Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?
When the years are dying in the arms of your life, the earth is in pain moving around the sun.
The easiest way to get old is to be technologically behind...
Real vision dies only when life dies. Once we live, we hope, we yearn for and we aspire to have something!
So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show....It’s become my identity. If that’s gone, where am I?
Old Age homes are civilization's dumpsites for human beings who it cannot exploit further.
At some point, you're no longer growing up, you're aging. But no one can pinpoint that moment exactly.
In the grand scheme of life, nobody grows old keeping their soul unblemished.
The sooner growing older is stripped of reflexive dread, the better equipped we are to benefit from the countless ways in which it can enrich us.
The mother at thirty with face commencing to display the faint seams of the plan for the second face life had in store for her and which she feared would be her own mother’s
He walked into the bathroom, wincing at himself in the mirror, that always more tired older brother.
She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age.
No one in the world is really over 28. I wish I had known that when I thought I was 40.
It was then I realized that no one can escape his age, and that my dangerous contempt had melted like ice the moment someone was kind enough to show they cared about me, and in a way that suited me.
They say you’re only as old as you feel but try telling that to a ninety-year-old on their deathbed, just wishing he could do all the bloody things he wants to do.
As I have aged, I’ve been lucky never to reach old. Old is always at least five or ten years beyond my current calendar stage.
A person gets built and stands for a few years and then nature’s demolition team comes in.
One grey hair appeared on my headI plucked it out with my hand.It answered me: "You have prevailed against me alone -What will you do when my army comes after me?
His age was indeterminate. But in cynicism and general world weariness, which is a sort of carbon dating of the personality, he was about seven thousand years old.
A face-lift is a woman’s attempt to lower the odds of the next person accurately guessing her age.
Like the culture that created me, I am receding into the past at a rate of knots. Soon I'll need a whole row of footnotes if anybody under thirty-five is going to comprehend the least thing I say.
I love you but I got to love me more.
Perhaps she wasn't ill at all in the end, but simply more revealed.
It is very rarely that a middle-aged man finds an author who gives him, what he knew so often in his teens and twenties, the sense of having opened a new door.
The older I get, the less I know. It's wonderful--it makes the world so spacious.
The myth of self-sufficiency demands optimism without end, downplays life’s challenges, and shames us when, inevitably, we fall short.
Here is what happens in middle age: Some friends and acquaintances who were merely eccentric for years become unmistakably mad.
To all, I would say how mistaken they are when they think that they stop falling in love when they grow old, without knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love.
It is lovely to meet an old person whose face is deeply lined, a face that has been deeply inhabited, to look in the eyes and find light there.
