Giles Deacon Quotes

My God, I'm four hundred years old and the most I can do is look three hundred.

I've only got one wrinkle, and I'm sitting on it.

I don't think I've aged gracefully.

Age wins and one must learn to grow old.

I didn't get old on purpose, it just happened. If you're lucky, it could happen to you.

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

As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.

We grow old more through indolence, than through age.

It makes me look so old.

Nobody stays young forever.

John Travolta is getting old, despite what his hair is trying to tell us.

As you get older, you become more vain. But as your looks slowly deteriorate, your eyesight worsens, so it all balances out.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear

You're aging when your actions creak louder than your words.

He was one of those men who, as in youth they are never very young, so in age are they never very old.

It was formerly a terrifying view to me that I should one day be an old woman. I now find that Nature has provided pleasures for every state.

The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

I see a guy getting old. I try to not look in the mirror too much.

Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.

My health is good; it's my age that's bad.

Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

Old age ain't for sissies

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey.

All would live long, but none would be old.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!