Dudley Moore Quotes

I know more about what it's like to be elderly and infirm and kind of stupid, the way you get forgetful, but on the other hand I'm a littler, wiser, dare we say? The word 'wisdom' has kind of faded out of our vocabulary, but yeah, I'm a little wiser.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

As one gets older, it happens that in the morning one fails to remember the airplane trip to be taken in a few hours or the lecture scheduled for the afternoon.

We may lose our memory as we get older, but this might not be such a bad thing - who wants to drag a mental junkyard around at a time of life when you're starting to grow interesting little wings?

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.

My memory's not too good.

My memory is not that good anymore.

The older you get the more new memories get wiped out, and you end up remembering more about your early life than what you did last week.

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

Hey, if you can't remember, don't worry about it. I'm having a few memory problems myself in this place. Little things like how long I've been here, what my purpose in life is, which feet to put my shoes on. Stuff like that.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

A lot of people have dementia, which is great, because then they don't recognize me.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Just because you're old that doesn't mean you're more forgetful. The same people whose names I can't remember now I couldn't remember fifty years ago. . .

I must admit I am nervous about getting Alzheimer's. Once it hits, I might tell my best joke and never know it.

...Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.

In Truth I found myself incorrigible with respect to Order; and now I am grown old, and my Memory bad, I feel very sensibly the want of it.

My memory - faded, as I say - is that Paul Johnson was trying to vilify all intellectuals who were at all critical of the states he worships, and of power generally (except, of course, the power of enemies, which we must denounce, imitating the commissars who are his models, though he doesn't understand it).

As you get older; you've probably noticed that you tend to forget things. You'll be talking with somebody at a party, and you'll know that you know this person, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember his or her name. This can be very embarassing, especially if he or she turns out to be your spouse.

If I ever tell the same story twice, just laugh and roll with it because, when you get older, you start doing that kind of stuff.

My faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.