John Glenn Quotes

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

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

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

You don't have niggles when you're 20. But as you get older you start to feel it.

I'm 41 now and the right knee has got a bit of a twinge in it. I get about the stage a little less now.

I figured my body always would be able to repair itself. I think all of us believe that - until you begin to age and get hit with deteriorating joints.

At 60, the mind was sharp but the body complained. The legs were willing to make all the right moves but the muscles gave out too early.

It doesn't seem like it's been 50 years. I don't even feel like I'm 50 years old yet, though I've had all these knee and back operations.

You get old, you slow down.

Things are old. Parts are old. I'm talking about 'us' parts. AARP-parts. Some of us were born with stronger parts than others.

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.

As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.

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

I just turned 27 years old, and there are mornings where my knees and ankles really hurt. I hurt all over. I would hate to be me when I'm 35 years old. I'll be a basket case, but I will have a lot of memories.

A man of forty today has nothing to worry him but falling hair, inability to button the top button, failing vision, shortness of breath, a tendency of the collar to shut off all breathing, trembling of the kidneys to whatever tune the orchestra is playing, and a general sense of giddiness when the matter of rent is brought up. Forty is Life's Golden Age.

You can only punish your body so long before you're stuck with a horrendous inability to do things you'd previously been able to do.

'Aging' has been bad ever since we figured out it led to dying.

All diseases run into one, old age.

Age is an ugly thing, and it goes on getting worse.

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

The exhaustion of old age is something people who are younger don't fully appreciate.

Talking about the body getting old, there's a sadness to it in a way.

At the age of 61, my hip went. I was skiing in Chile with my son, and there was a turn, and I kept falling. I thought, 'What an idiot; what's going on here?'

Age does take it out of you, and I haven't the energy I had before. Sometimes I have breakfast and sit in this chair, and I wake up and it is lunchtime. In the past, the idea of sleeping through a morning would have horrified me, but you have to accept the limitations that old age imposes on you.