Fatima Mernissi Quotes

With age, it really becomes thinking about how time has passed - that's sort of the root of age.

Age affects how people experience time.

I suddenly find out that I'm 60, and I get shocked by the number, because I feel like I'm 20.

I didn't cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.

In youth the days are short and the years are long. In old age the years are short and day's long.

As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.

Anyone of my age knows that days pass at a far greater speed than when they were young.

People always talk about how time flies; it's become sort of a colloquialism now. You don't really understand it until you reach your late 30s and early 40s - and I'm sure time will move even faster as I get older.

To grow up requires a whole life but to become old one night is enough.

Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time--weeks, months, years, decades even.

Why is youth so short and age so long?

After thirty-five a man begins to have thoughts about women; before that he has feelings.

Sometimes it seems as though not a moment has moved, but then you look up and you're already old or you already have a household of kids or you look down and see your feet are miles and miles away from the rest of you—and you realize you've grown up.

It is not mere chance that makes families speak of a child who is 'extraordinary for his age' and also of an old man who is 'extraordinary for his age'; the extraordinariness lies in their behaving like human beings when they are either not yet or no longer men.

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

I think time just goes faster and faster. I'm saying this a few months away from my fortieth birthday. I don't know when and if one's identity ever does catch up with one's actual age. Personally I feel like I just got the hang of thirty-five.

Stop worrying about growing old. And think about growing up.

Age is such a natural progression you shouldn't fight it.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

At twenty life was like wrestling an octopus. Every moment mattered. At thirty it was a walk in the country. Most of the time your mind was somewhere else. By the time you got to seventy, it was probably like watching snooker on the telly.

I do think we should be provided with a new body about the age of thirty or so when we have learnt to attend to it with consideration.

When you're younger, you tend to be reckless about trying to find out who you are and what you can do and should do. But as you get older you become more accepting of yourself, and with that comes greater contentment.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up...We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.