Anita Roddick Quotes

As I give thought to the matter, I find four causes for the apparent misery of old age; first, it withdraws us from active accomplishments; second, it renders the body less powerful; third, it deprives us of almost all forms of enjoyment; fourth, it stands not far from death.

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

Everyone must accept that we will age and age is not always flattering.

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

I think I've become more aware of aging in the last couple of years because of friends dying of cancer or friends' parents dying and myself - I'm still healthy, but I'm aging, and that's something that I think about more, even though I shouldn't be too concerned.

The older you get, the less physically and mentally robust you become.

Age is inevitable. Aging isn't.

Nobody stays young forever.

I don't sing as well as I used to. Nor does anyone else in their 60s.

When I hit 35, there were things I couldn't do which I'd done previously, and they had been completely natural to me.

The older you get, the more your body starts to reject certain things.

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

In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.

Getting old is not for sissies.

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.

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.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

Age is information failure. The body loses fluency.

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

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

I am already sensible of decay in the power of walking, and find my memory not so faithful as it used to be. This may be partly owing to the incessant current of new matter flowing constantly through it; but I ascribe to years their share in it also.

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

Aging and its evidence remain lifes most predictable events, yet they also remain matters we prefer to leave unmentioned, unexplored.

Hee that would bee well old, must bee old betimes.

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