Famous Quotes about Age and Aging (402 Quotations)

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

For in all the world there are no people so piteous and forlorn as those who are forced to eat the bitter bread of dependency in their old age, and find how steep are the stairs of another man's house. Wherever they go they know themselves unwelcome. Wherever they are, they feel themselves a burden. There is no humiliation of the spirit they are not forced to endure. Their hearts are scarred all over with the stabs from cruel and callous speeches.

For the first fourteen years for a rod they do while for the next as a pearl in the world they do shine. For the next trim beauty beginneth to swerve. For the next matrons or drudges they serve. For the next doth crave a staff for a stay. For the next a bier to fetch them away.

For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating, rejuvenating, exciting and satisfying.

Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

Getting old is a fascination thing. The older you get, the older you want to get.

Getting older is like riding a bicycle, if you don't keep peddling, you'll fall.

Getting older is no problem. You just have to live long enough.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made.

Grow old with me the best is yet to come.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.

Growing old is not growing up.

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

He is so old that his blood type was discontinued.

He that is not handsome at 20, nor strong at 30, nor rich at 40, nor wise at 50, will never be handsome, strong, rich or wise.

He was then in his fifty-fourth year, when even in the case of poets reason and passion begin to discuss a peace treaty and usually conclude it not very long afterwards.