Pierre Jean de Beranger Quotes

Getting old is not for sissies.

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I've had a lot of physical problems.

I'm not getting any younger. You're not getting any younger, so yeah. You age.

When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

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

Nobody stays young forever.

There is no advantage getting older. You don't get smarter, you don't get wiser, you don't get more mellow, you don't get more kindly, nothing good happens. Your back hurts more, you get more indigestion, your eyesight isn't as good, you need a hearing aid. It's a bad business getting old and I would advise you not to do it if you can avoid it. It doesn't have a romantic quality.

All I can say, in answer to this kind queries [of friends] is that I have not the distemper called the Plague; but that I have allthe plagues of old age, and of a shattered carcase.

I think the problems with being older come when your body cannot do what your mind wants. Then, Houston, we have a problem.

Nobody ever said that growing old would be easy. Just having to hold the newspaper out in your forties and then hair growing out of unusual parts of your body in your fifties. It's tough on the ego.

The more the years go by, the more difficult it gets. I'm getting old.

If you're not getting older, you're dead.

The dreadful thing about getting older is you cry at the drop of a hat.

Each day it's like: 'How many more days am I going to feel young and vibrant? I feel young and vibrant now, but I also feel the aches and pains a little bit.

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.

I always complain because I'm old now and everything hurts.

I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.

Being 90 is not simple, but it's interesting, very interesting. Before I was 90, I could walk, I could see well, I could hear terrific, and now, I can't hear or see or walk.

The aging process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over, and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous.

The neck starts to go at 43, and that's that.

Old age is a wonderful time of life. At least, that's what everyone tells you. But let me tell you: it is not true. What's true is that your hips, knees and ankles gradually give up on you - everything is quite dreadful, really. And it was a terrible thing to have told us because we believed it.

It sucks getting old.

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

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?