Sarah Alexander Quotes

When I reached 80, my world turned upside down physically. I've had a lot of physical problems.

You can't do some of the things you used to do. I suppose you have to go at a gentler pace. I mean, God help us, you can't sit at home being a Vicar or anything.

The present times require the vigor and the activity of the prime of life; but I feel the increasing infirmities of age to such a degree, that I am conscious I cannot serve you to advantage.

As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

Let me tell you, hitting 40 is not fun.

I just hate getting old - it's slowing me down.

Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

I'm not a real smart guy. But I've got enough brains to realize that when I'm 60 years old and play a sport, that it's downhill.

My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.

A man of forty today has nothing to worry him but falling hair, inability to button the top button, failing vision, shortness of breath, a tendency of the collar to shut off all breathing, trembling of the kidneys to whatever tune the orchestra is playing, and a general sense of giddiness when the matter of rent is brought up. Forty is Life's Golden Age.

Life begins at forty, but so does arthritis, and the habit of telling the same story three times to the same person.

My athleticism will go away some day. I'm gonna be old one of these days, so I'm going to be able to use those post moves.

I have managed to get through that tricky turn into your 50s with two great roles. It is great to see characters for women of a certain age.

I'm not the spring chicken anymore.

I'm at an age when my back goes out more than I do.

Put cotton in your ears and pebbles in your shoes. Pull on rubber gloves. Smear Vaseline over your glasses, and there you have it: instant old age.

I still feel thirty, except when I try to run.

You're aging when your actions creak louder than your words.

Age has a good mind and sorry shanks.

Mostly getting old is boring. I hate the stiffness in the bones. I was physically arrogant for years. I don't like it now that I have difficulty getting around. But a certain equanimity sets in, a certain detachment. Things seem less desperately important than they once did, and that's a pleasure.

Upon becoming fifty the one thing you can't afford is habit.

That's when I use the word frustrating, when your body breaks down or your body doesn't do the things I'm asking it to do at my age, because I'm trying to keep up with the Joneses.

all the small squalors of the body, known only to oneself, insignificant in youth, easily dismissed, in old age became dominant and entered into fulfilment of the tyranny they had always threatened.

If I had to last 20 years, I would probably be batting in a wheelchair.

When the body breaks down and you start to wrinkle, I think it's so bad.