John Steinbeck Quotes

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

The seeds of Death are sown in us when we begin to live, and grow up till, like rampant weeds, they choak the tender flower of life.

Life is death in slow motion.

I remember the moment I first became aware of aging. I was 30. I looked down at my knees, and the skin above them had become a little loose. And I thought, 'And so it begins!'

The aging process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over, and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous.

I can feel the gradual decline of energy and vitality. And I mean generally, every year, when you know you are not on the same level as last year. But that's life.

Nobody stays young forever.

I may have won the only important lotto ever, which is life, but I am still going to die. We all are.

I'm getting older. That's realistic. I can't reverse time. I can slow it down a little bit.

Father Time is whether you're an athlete or not an athlete. Father Time is always around. I think I'm just special.

Around 2015, I started to see my skills diminish. It happens to everybody. Father Time is undefeated. He is gonna win every time, and I saw him catching me.

I don't love the fact that gravity is winning as I get older, but there's also a calmness that comes with it, which I'm secretly enjoying.

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.

What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?

For the first fourteen years for a rod they do while for the next as a pearl in the world they do shine. For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve. For the next matrons or drudges they serve. For the next doth crave a staff for a stay. For the next a bier to fetch them away.

It's horrible getting older. I mean, it's wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it's horrible losing your looks.

...with the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

Whatever is truly alive must die. Look at the flowers; only plastic flowers never die.

Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would inherit the grace but also the bad ear and flawed figure of her mother, that would smile too much and squint too often and spend the last decades of her life creaming away the wrinkles made in youth until she finally gave up and wore a collar of pears to hide a wattle; here was the ordinary sadness of the world.

The body is subject to the law of growth and decay, what grows must of necessity decay.

Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Time is what death needs to grow people in.