Julian Clary Quotes

Age is an accumulation of life and loss. Adulthood is a series of lines crossed.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.

I became an adult in an extreme way. I was recently sorting some old photographs and I found another.

You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.

At seventeen, I knew the end of a dream... I would never be a schoolboy again.

You can't be 16 forever.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

When you are young, nothing is more important than football, but as you get older, you get married, have kids and lose people. Then you realise your family is more important. This comes with age.

The age I'm at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot.

There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.

At twenty-one, so many things appear solid, permanent, untenable.

Losing friends is the worst thing about getting older.

I suppose you always look back at how easier things were being young. There's always a shame that you're not as naive as you were.

I started out with this 'La Boheme' fantasy, but as you get older, the 'La Boheme' fantasy becomes less sexy, believe me.

Getting into your 30s, you don't feel the same as in your early 20s.

It was hard saying goodbye to that oblivion they call childhood.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

I think you have to grieve the loss of youth before you can claim the joy on the other side of it.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

Oh, September! It is so soon for you to lose your friends to good work and strange loves and high ambitions. The sadness of that is too grown-up for you. Like whiskey and voting, it is a dangerous and heady business, as heavy as years. If I could keep your little tribe together forever, I would. I do so want to be generous. But some stories sprout bright vines that tendril off beyond our sight, carrying the folk we love best with them, and if I knew how to accept that with grace, I would share the secret.

Adulthood it a glacier encroaching quietly on youth. When it arrives, the stamp of childhood suddenly freezes, capturing us for good in the image of our last act, the pose we struck when the ice of age set in.

You can't keep wanting to be 20 years old. Everybody knows that, but what's in the next room?

Anyway, now she thinks of Estha and Rahel as Them, because, separately, the two of them are no longer what They were or ever thought They would be. Ever. Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers. Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died.

I think that my life changed at 50. Many things happened. Menopause, the end of youth and my daughter died that year after being a whole year in a coma. So I think that I changed and I became an elder at 50.