Voltaire Quotes

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

You get old, you slow down.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

The forties are the time when you begin to take notice of certain aches and pains. Your body and brain behave in inexplicable ways: Less hair on your head, more in your ears and nostrils. More memories in the bank, less synaptic firepower with which to access them. Gravity has started to show its inexorable pull.

It's only when gravity starts to take over you begin to think about your body.

Beauty fades! I just turned 29, so I probably don't have that many good years left in me.

Ageing is something that both men and women are utterly terrified about.

Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.

They say the first thing to go is your legs, then it's your reflexes, then it's your friends.

Age is inevitable. Aging isn't.

I can feel the gradual decline of energy and vitality. And I mean generally, every year, when you know you are not on the same level as last year. But that's life.

Nobody stays young forever.

I don't sing as well as I used to. Nor does anyone else in their 60s.

Around 2015, I started to see my skills diminish. It happens to everybody. Father Time is undefeated. He is gonna win every time, and I saw him catching me.

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows of age—is a disagreeable thing.... So are flying twinges of gout, shortness of breath on the hill-side, the fact that even the moderate use of your friend's wines at dinner upsets you. These things are disagreeable because they tell you that you are no longer young—that you have passed through youth, are now in middle age, and faring onward to the shadows in which, somewhere, a grave is hid.

Balding if God's way of showing you are only human... He takes the hair off your head and puts it in your ears.

I bet the reason people are afraid of going bald is because it makes them think of the end of life. I mean, when your hair starts to thin, it must feel as if your life is being worn away ... as if you've taken a giant step in the direction of death, the last Big Consumption.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

My health is good; it's my age that's bad.

It is wonderful to me that old men should not be sensible that their minds keep pace with their bodies in the progress of decay.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

The body is subject to the law of growth and decay, what grows must of necessity decay.