Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

For me, personally, there is one really interesting thing. You're all a bit too young for that, but when you get to a certain level of experience, accumulation of experience you start slowly to once in a while get a whiff of the feeling, I'd love to be twenty years younger but with what I know and have experienced at this point.

I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was stronger

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.

I think everyone in their 30s looks back at their 20s and thinks, 'Oh God, if I'd just done this and this, and not done that.'

My sense of loneliness was not particularly great until I reached sixty. From that time on, I would have given an ex-king's ransom if I had been able, in my youth to seduce a lady into thinking of me as a handyman and provider around the house.

I spent my whole childhood wishing I were older and now I'm spending my adulthood wishing I were younger.

I shouldn't have got married. My dad told me. I was 35 and I got married. He said, 'You're too young to be married'. 'What? I'm 35'. Said, 'You're far too young. You haven't lived yet'. He was right, bless him, thanks, Dad.

Well, I could do it for a day, but I wouldn't want to be a teenager again. I really wouldn't.

I'm sure once my career's over, when I look back when I'm older, I can maybe appreciate it a little bit more.

I'm growing old, I delight in the past.

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

I don't know how you get to be 40 without having a whole bunch of regrets.

When I look back at my life now, I'm not amazed by what I did at 16 to 21.

I used to love getting older.

When I think about it, 20 years really seems like a blink of an eye sometimes. I wish I would have made a more concerted effort to enjoy things along the way.

I feel like you're only young once.

When I went to Munich, I was perhaps a little too young.

The real affliction of old age is remorse.

And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.

The seeds of repentance are sown in youth by pleasure, but the harvest is reaped in age by pain.

The older you get, the better you realize you were.

Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?

Every man who has lived for fifty years has buried a whole world or even two; he has grown used to its disappearance and accustomed to the new scenery of another act: but suddenly the names and faces of a time long dead appear more and more often on his way, calling up series of shades and pictures kept somewhere, "just in case," in the endless catacombs of the memory, making him smile or sigh, and sometimes almost weep.

On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.