Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes

Old age by nature is rather talkative.

Sure, I'm for helping the elderly. I'm going to be old myself someday.

Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

Old age is life's parody.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

Growing old is not all sweetness and light. Old women especially are invisible.

In my opinion, everybody is getting older and older. We have a great deal of dementia because nobody grew old enough to get it.

The old are in a second childhood.

The old folk, time's doting chronicles.

Nobody wants to get old, but nobody wants to die young either.

It must become a right of every person to die of old age. And if we secure this right for ourselves, we can, coincidentally, assure it for the planet.

I'll shoot my age if I have to live to be 105.

Because we're old as sh*t. What do you want?

Certainly, old age is often incompatible with certain roles and responsibilities.

I am eighty years old. There seems to be nothing to add to this statement. I have reached the age of undecorated facts - facts that refuse to be softened by sentiment, or confused by nobility of phrase.

Old age is a strange country, and most of us enter it unwillingly.

The aged are terrible - mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them.

It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.

The telephone is the most important single technological resource of later life.

it sucks to get old...but there's always beer

Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

I like old people when they have aged well.

Old men only lie in wait for people to ask them to talk. Then they rattle on like a rusty elevator wheezing up a shaft.

People think being in your seventies means sitting around in a chair with a blanket over your legs, drooling.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.