Youth Loss Quotes

You know you're old when you're asked, 'Do you have hobbies?'

The only paradise is paradise lost.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Death is fortunate for the child, bitter to the youth, too late to the old.

Middle age is youth without levity, and age without decay.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows of age—is a disagreeable thing.... So are flying twinges of gout, shortness of breath on the hill-side, the fact that even the moderate use of your friend's wines at dinner upsets you. These things are disagreeable because they tell you that you are no longer young—that you have passed through youth, are now in middle age, and faring onward to the shadows in which, somewhere, a grave is hid.

One of the shocks of a 50th birthday is realizing the fundamental fact that your youth is irrevocably over.

You can't be 20 on Sugar Mountain.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.

It's horrible getting older. I mean, it's wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it's horrible losing your looks.

We can't get our youth back.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.

My mother was right when she said that turning pro would take away my youth.

In a few generations more, there will probably be no room at all allowed for animals on the earth: no need of them, no toleration of them. An immense agony will have then ceased, but with it there will also have passed away the last smile of the world's youth.

The worst thing, I fear, about being no longer young is that one is no longer young.

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

It really is the year 2007. Which means I must be... Oh my God. I'm twenty-eight. I'm old.

Writing is a sad process, sitting on your ass for many, many hours, alone in a room, smelling like coffee, sadness and bitterness, and watching your youth leave.

I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing, life.

Bob Dylan will be thirty years old this month..." "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard.

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again