If you want to know how old you look, just walk into a French cafe. It's like a public referendum on your face.
Gansey had no idea how old Blue was. He knew she'd just finished eleventh grade. Maybe she was sixteen. Maybe she was eighteen. Maybe she was twenty-two and just very short and remedial.
With my face, everybody always thinks I'm so young, this little guy.
I have a really adaptable face, but when I am just being me, people always think I am younger than I am.
The reason for my age being messed up in the records is that when I first appeared for the under-14 trials, I myself really did not know my exact age.
If you want to know how old a woman is . . . ask her sister-in-law.
When I was about 21, everyone thought I was about 30.
If a woman tells you she's twenty and looks sixteen, she's twelve. If she tells you she's twenty-six and looks twenty-six, she's damn near fourty.
There was some indecision as to when I was born. My sister said it was 1916. I'd lost my birth certificate.
I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it.
You're 83? Really? You don't look it. I would've guessed 81 or 82.
There is a possibility that there is somebody out there alive today over 122, but we'll probably never know it, because in all likelihood they come from either China or India, and they don't have reliable birth records.
I think I've always looked older than I am. I hope that's going to work in my favor when I get older.
Whatever age you think I am, you're probably right.
I often get mistaken for all different kinds of ages; some of them flattering, some of them not.
I know I look super young.
I think most of the dinosaur specimens we find represent subadult sizes.
Most people say they talk to me and I sound older.
I have lately examined water, in which beaten pepper was steeped, and found two sorts of animals for shape, and each of those sorts to contain greater and smaller kinds: the greater I supposed the elder, the less the younger.
I am 58 and it's difficult for people to gauge my age.
The Japanese look most diminutive in European dress. Each garment is a misfit and exaggerates the miserable physique and the national defects of concave chests and bow legs. The lack of 'complexion' and of hair upon the face makes it nearly impossible to judge of the ages of men.
Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.
