Quotes about old age

Then, suddenly, I got old. Up until a year or two ago, I wasn’t…didn’t feel old at all.

“Forgive my mentioning it. If you are like most young men, you hate having it mentioned.”

Mavin could not help laughing. “I hate having it mentioned. Yes. Perhaps…” She paused a moment before going on, “it is because young people are not that sure they are competent.”

“There is always that,” agreed the Seer. “But that feeling does not necessarily diminish with age. It is merely challenged less frequently. When one has over sixty years, as I do, then the world assumes we would not have survived without competence. With someone your age, it could always be sheer luck.”

Your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers', but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.

Love? Love was a concept with which he was no longer comfortable. At his age, it did not do to take anything too seriously, and the depressing thing about love was the seriousness which had to go with it, just as these days you couldn't seem to get jumbo sausage and chips in a pub without a salad being thrown in as well.

"You don’t know what it is to reach my age, look back, and realize that you don’t remember much of it: then to look forward and know that many years still lie ahead of you..."

Conversation is imperative if gaps are to be filled, and old age, it is the last gap but one.

It used to be said that by a certain age a man had the face that he deserved. Nowadays, he has the face he can afford.

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look, and feel, like shit.

When the body is no longer an attraction, an expression of desire, to bare your breasts and belly is simple; you lay like dogs or cats grateful for the sun.

You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,

But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,

And see too well your crimes!

I look into my glass,

And viewing wasting skin,

And say, ‘Would God it came to pass

My heart had shrunk as thin!’For then, I, undistrest

By hearts grown cold to me,

Could lonely wait my endless rest

With equanimity.But Time, to make me grieve,

Part steals, lets part abide;

And shakes this fragile frame at eve

With throbbings of noontide.

It is worth living long enough to outlast whatever sense of grievance you may acquire. Another reason why you must be careful of your health.