550 Quotes About Old-age

We both young what made you grow younger.""The music?"He nodded and whispered. "You don't have to go back to being old. We'll practice all the time. We'll record albums and we'll tour.

Talk to grandparents and every elderly people you come across because later, they will talk and you will listen. Hear them, they are God's last messengers.

In that moment I think I learned the real tragedy of living too long. It is not losing one's health or one's memory or even one's mind; it is losing one's dignity.

It was yet another reason to stand in awe of them. I think that you should be in awe of anyone who reaches the age of sixty. You've got to be brave to live through so many years.I wondered why, if it's so easy to leave the game, why we carry on playing it?

It is the privilege of old people to seem to know everything. But it’s an act and a mask, like every other act and mask. Between ourselves, we old ones wink at each other and smile, saying, ‘How do you like my mask, my act, my certainty? Isn’t life a play? Don’t I play it well?

When old folks laugh, they consider the promiseof dear painless death, and generouslyforgive life for happeningto them.

Angelina said, "Mom. I don't want you to die. That's the whole thing. You took from me the ability to care for you in your old age, and I wanted to be with you when you died, when you die. Mom. I wanted that.

The world is on fire!And are you laughing?You are deep in the dark.Will you not ask for light?For behold your body—A painted puppet, a toy,Jointed and sick and full of falseimaginings, A shadow that shifts and fades.How frail it is!Frail and pestilent,It sickens, festers and dies.Like every living thingIn the end it sickens and dies.Behold these whitened bones, The hollow shells and husks of a dyingsummer.And are you laughing?

Those thoughts come to me in the night, those thought and thoughts of becoming sick or helpless, of the nursing home, of lingering death. I gnaw again the old bones of the fear of what is to come, and grieve with a sisterly grief over Grandmam and Mrs. Feltner and the other old women who have gone before. Finally, as a gift, as a mercy, I remember to pray, 'Thy will be done,' and then again I am free and can go to sleep.