I think people would live a bit longer if they didn't know how old they were. Age puts restrictions on things.
Doesn't seem quite real. It's not meaningful. I can't quite imagine myself being 73. That's the age my father was! [Laughter.] How can I be his age? It's weird.
I bargained with Life for a penny,And Life would pay no more, However I begged at eveningWhen I counted my scanty store;For Life is just an employer,He gives you what you ask,But once you have set the...
Growing age can kill the beauty, not the style.
You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasu...
Forty-two. His age had astounded him for years, and each time that he had sat so astounded, trying to figure out what had become of the young, slim man in his twenties, a whole additional year slipped...
Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?
Autumn is an interesting season, even in the metaphor of life, is a time of decline, of loss, but also intense and haunting beauty.Some places, like some people, never are, or have been, as beautiful...
These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kis...
Almost any age is better than twenty-two.
Time is a function of memory; what does not pass through a smile flies away through dark. Celebrating passing time applies to the successful ones. Cheer on your birthday, you're among the lucky ones.
You actually, waste time when you cry over wasted time. Time should be a guide that helps you focus. All you should worry about is ageing with unfinished business.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress
The past is gone. It went by like dusk to dawn.
Behold yon rough and flinty roadWhere youth, now youth no more,Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loavesHe cast away of yore.
I wonderif I should let my hair go greyso my advice will be better.
When the dust settles, you will have known that it was always about ageing well, not just about how fit and strong you were when young... Step back, have a look and never lose sight of the bigger pict...
The problem with memories is they get more valuable with time, and the places we keep them get weaker with age.
When it's all said and done remember, "You are only as old as you look.
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