Heinrich Heine Quotes

Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

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.

But the three siblings were not born yesterday. Violet was born more than fifteen years before this particular Wednesday, and Klaus was born approximately two years after that, and even Sunny, who had just passed out of babyhood, was not born yesterday. Neither were you, unless of course I am wrong, in which case welcome to the world, little baby, and congratulations on learning to read so early in life.

I just got diagnosed with tendonitis which is such an insulting diagnosis. Just point to my shoulder and say "old."

Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.

Old age makes caricatures of us all.

What's the worst thing about getting old? Getting old.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.

No more Botox for me. Betty White's bowels move more than my face.

You don't stop running because you get old, you get old because you stop running.

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.

Maybe age is kinder to us than we think. With my bad eyes, I can't see how bad I look, and with my rotten memory, I have a good excuse for getting out of a lot of stuff.

For you and I are past our dancing days.

Except for an occasional heart attack I feel as young as I ever did.

It's tough getting older. You start falling apart, you know? My gums are starting to recede now. You can't tell tonight, though, 'cause I comb them forward.

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

The Swiss are a neat and an industrious people, none of whom is under seventy-five years of age.

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.

By your late thirties the ground has begun to grow hard. It grows harder and harder until the day that it admits you.

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 last couple of years of life for many, many people are the same as they were 50, 60, 70 years ago. They could be really tough because of infirmity.