The spiritual eyesight improves as the physical eyesight declines.
Old age takes away from us what we have inherited and gives us what we have earned.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Age
Knowing how to age and not being afraid of aging is very healthy.
I have learned little from the years that fly but I have wrung the colour from the years.
Wrinkles - the service stripes of life.
The young have little use for the concept of rebirth, yet the older they get the more appealing the concept becomes.
Those of us who receive the blessing of a long life will also need to understand and manage grief and loss many times throughout our lives. Grief will come again, and again. Loss is a requisite part o...
How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days.
The arctic loneliness of age.
Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age. In writing Dialogues in Limbo The Last Puritan and now all these descriptions of the friends of my youth and the young friends of my...
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be The last of life for which the first was made: Our times are in his hands Who sayeth "a whole I plant Youth shows but half Trust God see all nor be afraid....
I learned not to fear infinity,The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,The wheel turning away from itself,The sprawl of the wave,The on-coming water...
I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.
It happens to everyone and it happens fast.
Do not resent growing old, many are denied the privilege.
When you're a young man like yourself, life is full of wonders. Everything new. Everything an adventure. But as the years roll on, things become ordinary. Colors lose their vibrance. Stars lose their...
At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
The magnitude of any one day is compromised by its passing quickly into the next, a mere moment in time which soon fades into the collective memory of our past.
We grow neither better nor worse as we get old but more like ourselves
On the day of his death in his eightieth year Elliot 'the Apostle of the Indians ' was found teaching an Indian child at his bedside. 'Why not to rest from your labours now?' asked a friend. 'Becau...