Greg Fitzsimmons Quotes

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

I realize what a strange in-between place I am in. The Young Woman inside has turned to go, but the Old Woman has not shown up.

Middle Age is that perplexing time of life when we hear two voices calling us, one saying, 'Why not?' and the other, 'Why bother?'

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.

I think most of us who live into our 50s have had a few experiences with death. You know, we see people we know start to die. We realize it's getting closer and closer for us.

The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.

Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.

Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.

Youth is a silly, vapid state, Old age with fears and ills is rife; This simple boon I beg of Fate - A thousand years of Middle Life.

Turning 40 didn't, as a number, scare me or throw me off at all.

Somehow, I went from being too young, to being too old. Somewhere in there I must have been just right.

When I was young, I used to have successes with women because I was young. Now I have successes with women because I am old. Middle age was the hardest part.

No one who is young is ever going to be old.

Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.

A man of forty today has nothing to worry him but falling hair, inability to button the top button, failing vision, shortness of breath, a tendency of the collar to shut off all breathing, trembling of the kidneys to whatever tune the orchestra is playing, and a general sense of giddiness when the matter of rent is brought up. Forty is Life's Golden Age.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

Age is such a natural progression you shouldn't fight it.

Middle age is when you still believe you'll feel better in the morning.

Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old.

I had no intention of providing any answers or solutions, because you'd only look a fool, but I did want to talk about what it's like to be in a state where you're wondering. And perhaps I was also receptive to the fact I was entering middle age and those thoughts come - to pretend that they don't come is just crazy.

I'm 47 now, and I'm at that stage where I'm still young but I'm not young. I'm not old but I'm getting old, and I have stuff at home that reminds me of people and places.

Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!

When we are young we lay up for old age; when we are old we save for death.