Bam Margera Quotes

One time, I was young. I was skinny. I was elegant. Getting old is terrible.

The public is absolutely fascinated by aging. They don't want to get old. And you can see - read Shakespeare. Read the sonnets. They're all about aging.

'Aging' has been bad ever since we figured out it led to dying.

All diseases run into one, old age.

By the time I met Julia Child, her husband, Paul, was little more than a ghost of a man, so diminished by old age and its attendant diseases that it was impossible to discern the remarkable artist, photographer and poet he once had been.

Age does take it out of you, and I haven't the energy I had before. Sometimes I have breakfast and sit in this chair, and I wake up and it is lunchtime. In the past, the idea of sleeping through a morning would have horrified me, but you have to accept the limitations that old age imposes on you.

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

Every time I think that I am getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

People are so damned afraid that one day they might wake up and discover that they've grown old.

Everyone gets old - there's nothing you can do about it.

When a middle-aged man says in a moment of weariness that he is half dead, he is telling the literal truth.

If you're not getting older, you're dead.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

I am growing old, and my future, so to speak, is already behind me.

I am getting old, so I really don't like clocks.

Don't get old, if you can avoid it.

Nobody stays young forever.

I do not myself find it agreeable to be 90, and I cannot imagine why it should seem so to other people. It is not that you have any fears about your own death, it is that your upholstery is already dead around you.

Are you thankful for not being young?' 'Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

We're not getting any younger.