Lord Byron Quotes

An old mans staffe is the rapper of deaths doore.

Listen, I must be 110 by now. Granny is going to kick the bucket at some point.

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

Death is something to savour, and I hope to savour mine.

You know, I don't mind dying. The thing that pisses me off is that I won't get to be an old man. I was looking forward to that.

We usually say of ancient persons, that they have already one foot in the grave, and the rest of their life is nothing else but the bringing of these feet together.

I guess I'd like to get old and die, in that order.

Retiring is just practicing up to be dead. That doesn't take any practice.

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

Turning 70 was a real shock. I thought, 'I'm on the last lap now.'

Now that I'm older, a real source of interest is the ages of the dead, the number; the day is off to an optimistic start when the departed are all older than I.

Why, I am about doing very well, for I am preparing myself, sir, for a place where hardly any majors, and very few Lieutenant-Generals go. God save us, why should there be such a bustle about the taking off of an old grey head that cannot get up three steps without two men to support it?

I think of dying every day... At a certain age, you should be prepared to go at any time.

My father passed away at, like, 87.

I'm not getting old, I'm getting dead.

No one can avoid death; it is inevitable. Therefore, I should create in my mind a kind of willingness and accepting for that event without any fear.

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.

My Aunt Ida at age eighty-three: 'Yeah,' she said, 'I'll be dead pretty soon. And frankly, I don't give a damn.'

Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one ... to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.

At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die.

The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?

Death means that a form of life dissolves or that the imminent possibility of dissolution exists, whether through our own death or through illness or old age.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?

An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.

I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.