There are things that grow more precious with age. Old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind it, it doesn’t matter.
Actually, life gets more enjoyable the older you get. The hardest years in life are between ten and seventy. One cannot help being old but one can resist being aged.
Remember that when you were born you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die, the world will cry and you will rejoice.
Age is a mirrored kaleidoscope. When people tell you how young you look, they are also telling you how old you look. Age is not a youthful friend but a sorry travelling companion and it’s impossible to get rid of the pesky image.
A Chinese proverb says that a woman who tells her age is either too young to have anything to lose or have anything to gain.
Once a foodie with great appetite for happy foods, you know you’re over the hill, when you develop a taste for oatmeal, kanji, or wheat flakes or toast.
When a woman tells you her age, it’s alright to act surprised but don’t scowl. When people tell you how young you look, they are most likely calculating how old you are
Don’t be fooled. Forty is the old age to youth and fifty-five is the youth of old age. There’s many a good tune in an old violin or guitar and great comfort in a cosy chair.
Friends, you begin to know when you’re growing older when your children begin to look middle aged. Their sixties tell me I’m aged.
You’re growing aged slowly when you look forward to a dull but quiet evening That’s the age when you know all the answers but nobody is asking the questions
I’ve come to the strong conviction that there’s no future in being aged but the wheel has to rotate of on its own volition.
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