Phyllis Diller Quotes

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I've had a lot of physical problems.

Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.

You don't have niggles when you're 20. But as you get older you start to feel it.

It's one of the terrors of old age that your body is not your friend. Or to be out on the street and be frightened of someone because you're not in good shape and can't do anything about it.

Once you find you can't walk as far and as fast as you were able, life becomes more complicated.

It doesn't seem like it's been 50 years. I don't even feel like I'm 50 years old yet, though I've had all these knee and back operations.

I can't dance anymore. Total knee replacements. I can't do anything anymore.

I have the problems of, I must confess, old age.

As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

Your body actually reminds you about your age and your injuries - the body has a stronger memory than your mind.

I've got a little arthritis that I have to deal with. I was 6 feet 7 when I started, and I've shrunk up a little bit. I'm probably 6-5 or so now. But up here at 82, I feel pretty good. I'm sticking in there.

Quite often, while I'm getting up in the morning, I think my warranty is running out on these body parts because it's not working quite the way it used to.

When you get older, you've got to find some things differently because sometimes your body won't allow you do what you. When you're younger you can do a lot of stuff, moving around.

I loved to go hunting out in the woods and hiking, and that's just not easy anymore. For me, to walk up and down hills in the rough terrain, it just doesn't work very well. It can, but it's three times as hard as it used to be.

When I retired, I stopped playing because of my body, so much pain and injuries.

My back's not great, and I can't wrestle a full schedule.

Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.

If I had to last 20 years, I would probably be batting in a wheelchair.

In middle life, the human back is spoiling for a technical knockout and will use the flimsiest excuse, even a sneeze, to fall apart.

Like a lot of fellows around here, I have a furniture problem. My chest has fallen into my drawers.

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.

Never admit that your back goes out more than you do

I used to do things like white-water rafting, trekking and horse-riding safaris. Recently, though, I had the humiliation of having to turn away from a helter skelter. It's a very strange thing when you hit a certain age.

It's really tough when you have back injury because you cannot bend; you cannot react at the balls.