Peace Pilgrim Quotes

I think it's nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is wonderful: the wisdom, the acceptance and the peace of mind. It's a fair exchange.

As I get older, I'm more relaxed and less concerned with what people think of me

I'm more relaxed about life now that I'm older. I like it, despite the wrinkles. It's what I feel inside that's precious.

I'm not afraid to play my age. I never was. I've never been an ingenue. I like getting older.

Self-acceptance has been a blessed by-product of middle age.

Age is just a number, and I know so many women who look fabulous at 40, 50 and 60 so it doesn't scare me. It's inevitable - I will get older, and the wrinkles will come, but I'm not that bothered.

As you get older, you're not afraid of doubt. Doubt isn't running the show. You take out all the self-agonizing.

I like growing up; I feel like I have an old soul. I like the age to match as much as it can.

Age has given me the gift of me; it just gave me what I was always longing for, which was to get to be the woman I've already dreamt of being. Which is somebody who can do rest and do hard work and be a really constant companion, a constant, tender-hearted wife to myself.

I'm not an aging gracefully type. But I do believe in aging with grace.

I look at being older and gaining wisdom. I've learned to stay fit and healthy. I accept my body, my life, and my circumstances.

I think as I've gotten older and the things I've gone through, I'm not as concerned about what everybody thinks.

The good part about getting older is you stop trying to prove anything to anyone, including yourself. All you are in the pursuit of is collecting experiences - beautiful, fragile little soap bubbles that you store in your heart, and every once in a while you pull one out and gaze at the delicate pictures it shows you.

As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.

We all grow older and we all have to live with ourselves.

The nice thing about age is worrying less and less about what people think.

The beauty of personal authenticity can compensate for the lost beauty of our youth.

As I grow older, I put all life's bulls**t aside. I think the process of the laying off of the bulls**t starts around 40. Before that, most men have their heads stuck in their ass. After 40, you see things differently. You've found yourself. You're accepting yourself and what you got from life.

I read once that elegance is a privilege of age. I thought, that's so true. You get more comfortable with yourself as you get older.

I think being able to age gracefully is a very important talent. It is too late for me. The horse is out of the barn... In past generations, people would try to play younger than they really are. My trick is, I don't try to play younger than I really am.

I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage. I found that just surviving was a noble fight.

There's a happiness about me, a confidence and a happiness now that I didn't have when I was younger. You feel good inside, you look good outside. I have a few little gray hairs on my chin, and I kind of like them. I feel like I look like somebody who's having a good life, who's enjoying it a little better than I did before. You can be really good-looking in your twenties but feel miserable, and people just sort of walk away.

I sort of feel like it comes around again. That when you get to a certain age, when you've lived enough and you've got your friends to support you and your family to support you, you wake up one morning and think, yeah, I'm okay.

Self-esteem, the kind that comes from finding the sweet spot between a healthy fondness for yourself and healthy self-skepticism, tends to get harder to come by the older we get.

It took me 36 years to be able to be by myself and like it.