Andy Rooney Quotes

You feel a sense of urgency, especially at my advanced age, when you're staring into the grave.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

When you're young, you think life is forever, but it's finite. I'm 68, so even by the maddest measurements, I'm in the last bit of life.

When we look on the roses and gaiety of youth, the mournful idea of mortality is altogether alien to our thoughts. We have heard of it as a speculation and a tale, but nothing but experience can bring it home to us.

I tell myself to hurry up, that I have to do everything before death catches me.

I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.

I feel like I don't have a lot of time left.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

I'm not personally obsessed with death. At a certain age, the light that you live in is inhabited by the shades - it 'tis.

People are so damned afraid that one day they might wake up and discover that they've grown old.

It's like, God, I'm in my 80s. Nobody, when I die, is going to say, 'How young?' They're going to say she had a great ride.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

Death seems to be a long way off. Is this not shallow thinking? It is worthless and is only a joke within a dream. It will not do to think in such a way and be negligent. Insofar as death is always at one's door, one should make sufficient effort and act quickly.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

When men are not regretting that life is so short, they are doing something to kill time.

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

For me, it's always a failure of the imagination. I have that anxiety that time is passing, that everything is ultimately fleeting and impermanent. I better take advantage of every single moment.

It's later than it's ever been.

Even when you're 22 and you feel immortal, you know in your heart you're not.

I don't spend a lot of time contending with the fact that time is not endless.

I don't look ahead to the future as a vast, endless one. I've begun to feel the calendar pages turning.