Marguerite Duras Quotes

When the body breaks down and you start to wrinkle, I think it's so bad.

Age is an ugly thing, and it goes on getting worse.

I remember when I was starting out as a young actress, thinking, 'Oh my God, I have the fattest face.' Now I look at those pictures and I think, 'So much collagen!'

Everyone gets old - there's nothing you can do about it.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

Photoaging is the worst. It wreaks havoc.

Aging on camera is just very hard. I love my age. I feel good about myself but high definition television is not kind. You don't even look like yourself in high-def. It just makes every little line on your face more exaggerated so it ends up aging you. It's like you're watching yourself seven years older.

If you say 'anti-aging,' how anti would it have to be, really? My guess is not much. Any amount of sunscreen could be considered anti-aging.

The face you have at age 25 is the face God gave you, but the face you have after 50 is the face you earned.

My mother-in-law has so many wrinkles, when she smiles she looks like a Venetian blind.

Being in the latter stages of life means the morning is unkind to the reflection. It takes a few hours for the creases to fall out. By about 4 P.M., I look quite nice.

What does old look like? Sometimes I am wrinkled, sometimes not.

The irony is that the more we fight age, the more it shows. Paint on a 50-year-old face brings to mind a Gilbert and Sullivan comic figure. Smooth the cheeks, and suddenly the ear lobes and hands look out of place. Do we run around in October, painting the gold leaves green?

It makes me look so old.

[Richard Avedon's] camera dwells on the horrible things that age can do to people's faces - on the flabby flesh, the slack skin, the ugly growths, the puffy eyes, the knotted necks, the aimless wrinkles, the fearful and anxious set of the mouth, the marks left by sickness, madness, alcoholism, and irreversible disappointment.

I like the odd glass of wine, a coffee and a cigarette. As you get older you can't see the wrinkles

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.

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?

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.

Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

People are just like farm equipment. They rust out quicker than they wear out.

Having wrinkles is at once strange and exciting.