old-age

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory.

Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.

Now that I__e reached the ripe old age of retirement, I feel it my duty to teach you everything I__e learnt about love, so listen closely. Love is like_ That__ as far as I__e gotten I__ afraid.

Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.

Real vision dies only when life dies. Once we live, we hope, we yearn for and we aspire to have something!

Old age. All the facial detail is visible; all the traces life has left there are to be seen. The face is furrowed, wrinkled, sagging, ravaged by time. But the eyes are bright and, if not young, then somehow transcend the time that otherwise marks the face. It is as though someone else is looking at us, from somewhere inside the face, where everything is different. One can hardly be closer to another human soul.

If I were offering hip replacement services I'd use Jarod Kintz as my spokesman. No one can possibly be better than him, to replace the missing spoke in your wheels.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

Old age is the new childhood.

He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.

Death is just another path to take, as real as morning.

But the arrogance of old age can cloak itself in the authority of past accomplishments, which can serve to confirm the belief that one__ arrogance is justly held. It can shield a man from the realization that his beliefs have calcified, that he can no longer assess a situation accurately at first glance, that the world has changed around him and left him behind. Guarded from this knowledge, he remains content.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going.

Early youth is a baffling time. The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you. Sooner or later you must move down an unknown road that leads beyond the range of the imagination, and the only certainty is that the trip has to be made. In this respect early youth is exactly like old age; it is a time of waiting before a big trip to an unknown destination. The chief difference is that youth waits for the morning limited and age waits for the night train.

We chose younger and younger politicians to lead us because they looked good on television and were sharp. But really we should be looking for wisdom, and choosing people who had acquired it; and such people, in general, looked bad on television - gray, lined, thoughtful.

When your youth is about to enter in old age it shouldn't wonder, what happened? it must say, well done.