getting-older

You__l learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.

One by one they are being picked off around him: in his small circle of colleagues the ratio slowly grows top-heavy, more ghosts, more each winter, and fewer living... and with each one, he thinks he feels patterns on his cortex going dark, settling to sleep forever, parts of whoever he's been losing all definition, reverting to dumb chemistry...

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.

My first interview was with eighty-eight-year-old folk artist Marcia Muth_ __our life does change as you get older,_ she told me. __ou get into what__ important and what__ not_.

Europe, the land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts. The land where the economy gets to stagger all over the continent.

You may not stop getting older, but you can paint your world with the vibrant colors of love to keep feeling younger.

The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.

The body fades. A leader who would last relies on more.

One of the worst things I__e learned about getting older is that there seems to be more change that you don__ like than there was when you were younger and you can__ do nothin_ about it.

People don't like getting older, but they do like changing. Staying the same is a kind of death.

The only thing you have to show for a wasted or spent time is that you just realize that you are getting older.

Those times are over and gone, and good-riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the thick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.

Katherine feels that she must have learned something about marriage from being married before that is now working to her benefit. However, she doesn't know quite what it is, or how, actually, it works.

No one__ life ever goes as they planned. That truth alone should bring a sense of relief to everyone.

When I grow up I want to be an old woman.

Maybe this is what growing old was like, she thought. Maybe the world gets smaller and smaller until there's nothing but the walls around you to show you where you end and the rest of the world begins.

The worst thing about getting older is you discover that most of the performers in the shows you used to watch are now younger than you. Suddenly, everything become less believable.

There's nothing quite like the sight of two dozen half-naked octogenarians. We enter the stage of life as dolls and exit as gargoyles.