aging

Grow old along with me--the best is yet to be,

To a man and woman, all of her elderly patients had been surprised to be old - which Avery privately regarded as a serious failure to pay attention.

I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory."--Fidelis O Mkparu

I want that person you knew to return. But the truth is, this may be the best we achieve. Today, having her here and comfortable and not agitated_that may be as good as we get. Are you okay with that?

You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it__ only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecstasy is achieved through the body itself. Without the bone and sinew of wings, no flight. Without that ecstasy you can only be dragged further down by the body, into its machinery. Its rusting, creaking, vengeful, brute machinery.

After a while, just staying alive becomes a full-time job. No wonder we need a vacation.

Odder still how possessed I am with the feeling that now, aged 50, I__ just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are. Therefore all this flitter flutter of weekly newspapers interests me not at all. These are the soul__ changes. I don__ believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one__ aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism. And to alter now, cleanly and sanely, I want to shuffle off this loose living randomness: people; reviews; fame; all the glittering scales; and be withdrawn, and concentrated.

Past age fifty-five, I experienced the advancement of exquisite fabric choices, paint distinctions that were celestial in scope, yet so many other man-made objects, such as people, became drab, redundant and boring.

Do not resent growing old, many are denied the privilege.

I think: by the time I'm old, nobody will be able to die any more.

They were growing closer and closer every day, and Charlotte was finding something magical at Wildflower, something she never thought she would find again__ove.

A few years turned into more years, and more years turned into all years. Years have a habit of behaving like that.

[The thief-taker] was conspicuous by his age, I should estimate he is in his middle fifties, and by a bearing, I am tempted to call it dignity, wanting in the others. He has a good head of hair, only a bit thin on top, blond going grey, and sea green eyes. He has an excellently carved set of teeth, but displays them rarely. He has a trim figure, unusual in a profession that consists largely of loitering around taverns, but any illusion that he is especially fit is dispelled when he begins to move, for he is a little bit halt, and a little bit lame, stiff in the joints and given to frequent sighs and grimaces that hint at pains internal.

the real essence of our lifetime lies in the time of our lives

I paid bills and bought groceries and got my eyes checked while the days crumbled away like debris from a cliff face. Life a continuous backing away from the edge.

A wedding is allegedly one of the most wondrous experiences in a woman__ life. All attending her presence are to make the occasion completely about her. Her beauty in that sliver of time is to be suspended in eternity so that ten years, thirty pounds and two kids later, she may sigh at the princess she once was.

Recognising clichés is a sign of aging.

How can you become old in spirit? Only by carrying the past, isn't it? If you carry sixty years of burden with you, you're sixty years old. If you don't carry anything, you're like a newborn. The physical body may develop limitations, but the way you are has no limitations. It simply has no limitations. You are this many years old or that many years old simply because you carry that many years of garbage with you.