Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes

No one's so old that he mayn't with decency hope for one more day.

It is not quite the same when we are seventy-two as when we are twenty-seven; still I am glad of what is left, and wish we might both hold out till the victory we have sought is won, but all the same the victory is coming. In the aftertime the world will be the better for it.

Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.

I never thought I'd be 52 years old. I don't think that anybody at 16 thinks like that.

I'm naturally an optimist, but my basis for hope is rooted in my understanding of human nature.

I thought I'd live to a ripe old age, because I always felt there was a lot to do. I had a driven feeling. I always thought in the present.

I just feel like I can live on. I hope I can reach 100. I think today if you just keep doing, keep working, that - maybe that's possible.

I remember when the idea of living to be 40 seemed absurd.

My mind still wants to do everything; my body can't anymore. My mind would want to continue until I was 100.

When I think of the happiness that is in store for me, every sorrow, every pain becomes dear to me.

The human being is born with an incurable capacity for making the best of things.

The world's oldest woman passed away at 116. They keep dying. I think that title may be cursed.

Faith, courage, optimism, looking forward, bring us new life and more life. Futility, frustration, living in the past are not only characteristic of 'old age'; they contribute to it.

Our best years are only ahead of us, so we got to continue to keep pushing.

I am seventy years old, a gray age weighted with uncompromising biblical allusions. It ought to have a gray outlook, but it hasn't, because a glint of dazzling sunshine is dancing merrily ahead of me.

I always have been optimistic about humanity's future. Always. Even at the most dismaying of times.

I think I can get five, six, seven more years out of this arm and these legs.

I see tragedy and comedy and pain and irony and all that stuff. But in the end I think life is fascinating, and I think people are more good than bad, and I think that the possibilities of prog­ress are real.

Look forward to future years, if not with eager anticipation, yet with a calm reliance upon the power of good, wholly remote from despair.

I am glad my life is coming to an end. To think that it might last another five hundred years, now that would be terrible, in my case.

It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t believe I haven’t killed myself. But there’s something in me that just keeps going on. I think it has something to do with tomorrow, that there is always one, and that everything can change when it comes.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.

I just have a different impression of the human race. I think we're really resilient. I think there are a lot of cynical people out there right now, and probably for good reason. But I think that ever cynic is really a damaged romantic, and they really, really, really want things to be good. And if that's the case, I don't need to tell a story that says, "Humanity, look what you've done. Now you can't go out. There's no sun. Look how you've wrecked the world." That's not me. That's not my job.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

I keep thinking how young can you die from old age