David Archuleta Quotes

I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

If I had one regret in life... it's that I was not more humble at an earlier age.

I do always look back and feel faintly embarrassed by anything I've done in the past. I think that's not a terrible thing, because if you don't do that, how are you growing and moving forward?

I think, as you get older, you reflect at the silliness of your youth and the stupidity of some of the decisions that were made, and the ego and whatnot, or whatever played into it.

I'm much more introspective than I was, say, thirty years ago.

I am all the ages I've ever been.

I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!

The fact is that this conversation is going on at every level at every age, we're all going, "God, what a jerk I've been," "How could I have married that guy?" or "How could I have done this or that?" With time, this is the gift of being older, that you get to look back and say, "It wasn't all about them."

The older you get, the better you realize you were.

I'm older, and I wish that a lot of things that I did in my life, I didn't do, but I'm able to talk about it.

[At age 92:] There are places I'd like to return to. But not as I was then but as I am now. 'Cause I'm trying to understand. And I've understood nothing.

I must be getting absent-minded. Whenever I complain that things aren't what they used to be, I always forget to include myself.

The disadvantage of becoming wise is that you realize how foolish you've been.

Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.

Dwelling in the past prevents doing something in the present.

Inside every seventy-year-old is a thirty-five-year-old asking, 'What happened?

I'm trying to grow older with wisdom.

We imagine that if we had time we would quiet our more shallow selves and listen to a deeper flow of inspiration. Again, this is a myth that lets us off the hook - if I wait for enough time to listen, I don't have to listen now, I don't have to take responsibility for being available to what is trying to bubble up today.

Ah! gracious Heaven gives us eyes to see our own wrong, however dim age may make them; and knees not too stiff to kneel, in spite of years, cramp, and rheumatism.

Age does not bring wisdom... but it does give perspective... and the saddest sight of all is to see, far behind you, temptations you've resisted.

I've gained no wisdom, no insight, no mellowing. I would make all the same mistakes again, today.

Quien sabe? Not me. The older I get the less I sabe, the less wisdom, maturity and caution I have.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.