Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.
A human being would certainly not grow to be seventy or eighty years old if this longevity had no meaning for the species. The afternoon of human life must also have a significance of its own and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life's morning.
The best armor of old age is a well-spent life preceding it.
You think about getting old, but when you get there, it's not what you thought it would be.
One of the main dilemmas that's pretty common to a lot of people who are getting older is the idea that maybe there's a finish line and that maybe there's a time in your life when you start to slow down and stop and smell the roses and just kind of settle into what will be a comfortable period in your life.
Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
Everyone must accept that we will age and age is not always flattering.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Old age is second childhood.
Time, in general, has always been a central obsession of mine - what it does to people, how it can constitute a plot all on its own. So naturally, I am interested in old age.
Adulthood is the ever-shrinking period between childhood and old age. It is the apparent aim of modern industrial societies to reduce this period to a minimum.
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.
I don't know how you feel about old age... but in my case I didn't even see it coming. It hit me from the rear.
Old age is an ordeal, of flesh and mind. Of winding down, of slowing down, of dying cells. It's accepting the loss of physical attractiveness and replacing it with the power and wisdom that can only come with old age.
Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.
Getting old is a fascination thing. The older you get, the older you want to get.
When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.
Even death itself sometimes fails to bring the dignity and serenity which one would fain associate with old age.
I think it is nice to get older.
Being in my more senior years now, you hope somewhere along the track that you're going to get to collide with a role that feels very special, and Einstein is such a magnificent figure.
Old age transfigures or fossilizes.
Growing old is not growing up.
We are all older and more tired.
I look forward to growing old and wise and audacious.
