Saint Jerome Quotes

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I'm so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don't have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.

A terrible thing about getting oldish is that your friends start dying, and in the last ten years I have lost seven or eight of my closest.

I had assumed that I would age with all my friends growing old around me, dying off very gradually one by one. And here was a plague that cut them off so early.

You get to an age when you lose people close to you.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

I am older than everyone I ever knew. All my dogs are dead. Half a dozen cats, parakeets... all gone.

The years that remain are clearly limited. When you're 80, you attend a lot more funerals. A lot more people are having a hard time and are ill.

My father passed away at, like, 87.

It seems like people are just dropping off the Earth. I suppose that happens when you get older. It's part of life. No one's getting out of it.

When you get to my age, you find that most of your dear friends are gone.

So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. As we go on the down-hill journey, the mile-stones are grave-stones, and on each more and more names are written; unless haply you live beyond man's common age, when friends have dropped off, and, tottering, and feeble, and unpitied, you reach the terminus alone.

Old age is - a lot of crossed off names in an address book.

I'm the last guy left. That's what happens when you live to 84.

Now, I'm the only living member of that group. There was the six of us originally and they're now all gone.

Papa died when he was 77.

When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity - but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.

I don't mourn the dead. I mourn the living.

I think that retirement is the first step towards the grave.

You get to about 65 or 70 and you lose friends and the world does seem to be an endlessly difficult place and tragic place, so it's more and more difficult for me to find the bright lights.

Of my friends I am the only one left.

Next door, there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Old age is a shipwreck.