Bonnie Tyler Quotes

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

I am getting to an age when I can only enjoy the last sport left. It is called hunting for your spectacles.

Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for, I have grown not only gray, but almost blind in the service of my country. - March 15, 1783

I'm not tough anymore, I'm 82.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

When Michelangelo was an old man, he drew himself sitting in a child's pushcart.

I can't minimize the terror factor. As you get older you get more and more frightened because the terrible indignities of old age become closer to you.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

I don't think of myself as old. Obviously I am - I have a free bus pass, I'm going to be a grandad in two months time, and my hip is giving me jip, so it's all telling me something I don't really want to hear.

As we reach the crest of life and look at the path before us, we apprehend that the path no longer ascends but slopes downward toward decline and diminishment. From that point on, concerns about death are never far from mind.

I do not myself find it agreeable to be 90, and I cannot imagine why it should seem so to other people. It is not that you have any fears about your own death, it is that your upholstery is already dead around you.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.

People think being in your seventies means sitting around in a chair with a blanket over your legs, drooling.

When one becomes indifferent to women, to children, and young people., he may know that he is superannuated, and has withdrawn from whatsoever is sweetest and purest in human existence.

Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.

The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Don't ever get old. With each year that passes, the old Viking idea of jumping off a cliff to one's death looks better and better. The only thing to hope for is that you get so senile that you think you're twenty years old again. That would be fun to relive.