It is time to be old To take in sail.
We do not die wholly at our deaths: we have moldered away gradually long before. Faculty after faculty interest after interest attachment after attachment disappear: we are torn from ourselves while...
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Age
Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden deaths do.
If I'd known I was gonna live this long (100 years) I'd have taken better care of myself.
Age and treachery will triumph over youth and skill.
this one-way rocket to Death in Adulthood" "Normal Time" in New California Writing
The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone. I have nephews and nieces and kind friends---but there's no one who knew me as a young girl---non one who belongs to the old days. I've been alone...
Everything we've been taught about health, weight loss and aging is wrong.
Longevity is having a chronic disease and taking care of it.
REFUSALWhen you refuseto tell your weightand age,people knowyou're fat and old.
I used to think that eighty was a very old age. Now I am ninety. I do not think this any more. As long as you are able to admire and to love, you are young.
Most people don't grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.
Maybe, the question isn't who will look good by your side, who will make these days less dull, who will bring you the greatest financial benefit, who will be the one to bring you pleasure, who do you...
Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache fo...
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.
By the time men get to be of our age, Mr. Vaiden, about all any new acquaintance can do is to remind them of somebody else. You know at times I have thought that is why we die. We become more and more...
All are dead, and ourselves left alone amidst a new generation whom we know not, and who know us not.
I want to grow old without facelifts... I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I've made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete...
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?