M. Stanton Evans Quotes

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

You know, as you get older, the first thing you lose is memory. It seems to be happening with me.

It's no fun getting older. I might be wearing beautiful diamond earrings, but they can't take away the pain of losing my hearing.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two.

As you get older, you worry about your memory.

When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not; but my faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened. It is sad to go to pieces like this but we all have to do it.

Life begins at 40 - but so do fallen arches, rheumatism, faulty eyesight, and the tendency to tell a story to the same person, three or four times.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

There are three signs of senility. The first sign is that a man forgets his theorems. The second sign is that he forgets to zip up. The third sign is that he forgets to zip down.

You get old, you slow down.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

The dreadful thing about getting older is you cry at the drop of a hat.

When you get old, it's hard to tell what's memory and what you've kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

When you become senile, you won't know it.

My memory is not that good anymore.

My grandfather said, "When you become senile, you won't know it."

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

In Truth I found myself incorrigible with respect to Order; and now I am grown old, and my Memory bad, I feel very sensibly the want of it.

It’s a curse, really,” Lady Danbury said. “I’m the only person I know my age who has perfect hearing.” “Most would call that a blessing.” She snorted. “Not with that musicale looming over the horizon.

First you forget names, then you forget faces. Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.

A man growing old becomes a child again.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

Each day it's like: 'How many more days am I going to feel young and vibrant? I feel young and vibrant now, but I also feel the aches and pains a little bit.