Best 924 quotes in «aging quotes» category

Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.

Mostly, what I have learned so far about aging, despite the creakiness of one's bones and cragginess of one's once-silken skin, is this: Do it. By all means, do it.

Most of our future lies ahead.

Men of my age live in a state of continual desperation.

Much of aging comes from a misunderstanding of the effect of comfort.

Most people think that aging is fatal and scientific data shows that that's not true.

More women grow old nowadays through the faithfulness of their admirers than through anything else.

My health is good; it's my age that's bad.

My brain cannot conceive how old my body is.

My message is "Getting older is inevitable. Aging and deterioration are optional.

My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.

Nobody expects to trust his body overmuch after the age of fifty.

No man is ever old enough to know better.

My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

Nothing makes a man feel older than to hear a band coming up the street and not to have the impulse to rush downstairs and out on to the sidewalk.

Not every age is fit for childish sports.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

Now, in my middle age, about nineteen in the head I'd say, I am rowing, I am rowing.

Not perfection as a final goal, but the ever-enduring process of perfecting, maturing, refining is the aim of living.

Now is the time to become a myth.

Oh, my God. I've just told you how old I am. Nobody knows how old I am. I'm going to have to kill you now.

Old age is a shipwreck.

Old age transfigures or fossilizes.

Now that I'm over sixty, I'm veering toward respectability.

Old age is the verdict of life.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.

Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.

Old age is just a record of one's whole life.

Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

Old-fogyism is comfortably closing in.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

On the Continent and elsewhere in the West, native populations are aging and fading and being supplanted remorselessly by a young Muslim demographic.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

One's doing well if age improves even slightly one's capacity to hold on to that vital truism: "This too shall pass.

One thing to argue against Hillary Clinton being harmed by my saying on aging is that when you take Hollywood and television and look at the primary demographic there. Hollywood movies. Most of them are made for guys that still have acne, just reached puberty, you know, under 24. And they don't vote, the lowest common denominator in terms of age demographics.

One of the things that has helped me as much as any other is not how long I am going to live, but how much I can do while living.

One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

People like to do what they used to do after they've stopped being able to do it.

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.

People who begin sentences with "I may be old-fashioned but--" are usually not only old-fashioned but wrong. I never thought the time would come when I should catch myself leading off with that crack. But I feel it coming on right now.

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

She never sets foot out of her apartment or her past.