Sebastian Vettel Quotes

The thing is, when you see your old friends, you come face to face with yourself. I run into someone I've known for 40 or 50 years, and they're old. And I suddenly realize I'm old. It comes as an enormous shock to me.

When I'm 60, maybe, I'll look at my pile of papers and wonder, What really happened that year?

Either 'Deuce Coupe' has aged badly, or I have. I suspect it's the latter.

I can barely remember what I was like 36 years ago when I was 21 years old.

It's scary when you look at how kids age, because you think, 'Am I aging at that rate, too?'

There is a sense of melancholy attached to seeing images of yourself from a different era, especially when you see a picture.

I was looking in the mirror the other day and I realized I haven't changed much since I was in my twenties. The only difference is I look a whole lot older now.

You can almost measure where you are in life by the degree to which you have begun looking back rather than ahead.

But then when you go through the process of making the film and you sit in the cinema two years later and your jaw hits the floor, it's quite sad in a way because you're looking at yourself - facially anyway - and see the way you looked when you were 20.

I think for all of us, as we age, there are always a few moments when you are shocked.

My vanity is not dead. I laugh when I see pictures of myself as I am now-maybe so I won't cry, but just because it is really funny how much I've changed.

I'm aging, and the world is seeing it.

Heavens, Mary, of course we'll laugh again. It's just that we'll never be young again.

Midlife is a time of explosive change, when our hormones rampage and our bodies alter, forcing us into a whole new chapter of life whether we want it or not. Everyone has a moment when they realise for sure that this so-called passage of time is changing them - and perhaps not in a good way.

I remember when the palm trees were short and Tomorrowland was modern.

I look at photos of the Sochi Olympics - even though it sometimes seems like it was just yesterday - that photo doesn't even look like me. It looks like a child. I don't even recognize myself.

I can't believe I'm 29. Where did the years go? Why did the years go?

Age either transfigures or petrifies.

...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

In my thirties I was doing it, in my forties I was organizing it and now, unfortunately, I can only talk about it.

For many years I was the youngest among my mathematical friends. It makes me melancholy to realize that I now have become the oldest in most groups of scientists.

Where was he, her Alexander, of once? Was he truly gone? The Alexander of the Summer Garden, of their first Lazarevo days, of the hat in his hands, white toothed, peaceful, laughing, languid, stunning Alexander, had he been left far behind? Well, Tatiana supposed that was only right. For Alexander believed his Tatiana of once was gone, too. The swimming child Tatiana of the Luga, of the Neva, of the River Kama. Perhaps on the surface they were still in their twenties, but their hearts were old.

You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.

Those words are from Lynda Barry's novel 'Cruddy.' I've carried them with me for some time. There's a lot in my life I wasn't expecting. One is the realization that I stood at this pulpit and delivered a reading for my own graduation...15 years ago. Unexpectedly, I'm old.

I remember the day I turned thirty. I was getting out of the shower and I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself for a long time. I examined every inch of my body and appreciated the fact that I finally looked like a grown woman. I also assumed that this was how I was going to look for the rest of my life. The way I saw it, I was never going to age; I'd just look up one day and be old.