Sloane Crosley Quotes

I recently turned 60. Practically a third of my life is over.

I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.

When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.

I was 22, and 40 was old. To be 40 again!

Sometimes I'll watch teenagers and find myself not quite believing I'm older than they are - even wondering, delusionally, if they can see any difference between us.

When I turned 36 I realised - the likelihood is that in four years time I'll be 40.

When I was 20, I would have taken a bullet in the head to never have to be 35.

We all age. You shouldn't discount it as a subject for a film. Just because the characters are dealing with issues that you might not deal with for another 45 years doesn't mean you won't like it.

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.

When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.

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

Hollywood actresses age in dog years. I'm 25 in the rest of the world, but I'm about 48 in actress years. I'm just around the corner from my midlife crisis.

All those people who go around saying Life begins at forty, they're notable by their absence. The nerve.

When My Love Returns from the Ladies Room, Will I Be Too Old to Care?

I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.

When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that "life" is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the scheduled life didn't arrive. You find yourself asking, 'Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?

…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.

The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.

Didn't we, like our grandchildren, begin with a childhood we thought would never end? Now, all of a sudden, I'm older than my parents were when I thought they were old.

But years hath done this wrong, To make me write too much, and live too long.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

Inside every seventy-year-old is a thirty-five-year-old asking, 'What happened?

Getting old we can deal with. Being old is the problem