Jean Paul Quotes

the heart never grows old.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

The heart never grows better by age; I fear rather worse; always harder.

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

I feel like an old boxer. The brain's gone, but I can still move around.

It sucks getting old.

I just turned 27 years old, and there are mornings where my knees and ankles really hurt. I hurt all over. I would hate to be me when I'm 35 years old. I'll be a basket case, but I will have a lot of memories.

The young remember most deeply.... When we are old and failing, it is the memories of childhood which can be summoned most clearly.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

I am aware that I am very old now; but I am also aware that I have never been so young as I am now, in spirit, since I was fourteen and entertained Jim Wolf with the wasps. I am only able to perceive that I am old by a mental process; I am altogether unable to feel old in spirit. It is a pity, too, for my lapses from gravity must surely often be a reproach to me. When I am in the company of very young people I always feel that I am one of them, and they probably privately resent it.

There's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old.

He was one of those men who, as in youth they are never very young, so in age are they never very old.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

When you're old you feast on your memories, and if you spend too much time on exercise, you may get old and not have many.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.

Take care that old age does not wrinkle your spirit even more than your face.

For my own part, I had rather be old only a short time than be old before I really am so.

Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.

White hair often covers the head, but the heart that holds it is ever young.