Aging Denial Quotes

Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking, 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies, it's a funny thing, but I'm an exception to that rule.'

I don't feel old. I feel like a young man that has something wrong with him.

I don't think anyone feels older. You have this infinity inside you that feels like it could go on forever.

When I was three, my father was three. When I was six, he was six... he needed me to escape from being 50.

I think we all want to successfully push back the aging process, to deny the aging process. Who among us says, 'Yippee, I'm getting older'?

I'm going through life's cycles at an alarmingly fast pace, but my persona has a Peter Pan quality: he doesn't age.

I don't feel like I am 66 at all. I feel more like I am 35. But I have a bus pass so it must be true.

I told my kids, "Someday, you'll have kids of your own." One of them said, "So will you."

Even now / I am not old. / I never think of it, and yet / I am a grandmother to eleven grandchildren.

I can feel middle age approaching, but I reckon the trick is to ignore all the signs. I'm lucky in that I've always looked half the age I am. So the way I see it is that I'm still in my twenties!

There’s no desire to be an adult. Adulthood is not a goal. It’s not seen as a gift. Something happened culturally: No one is supposed to age past 45 — sartorially, cosmetically, attitudinally. Everybody dresses like a teenager. Everybody dyes their hair. Everybody is concerned about a smooth face.

I'm so stupid because I refuse to think that I'm getting older. I get up in the morning, and it's like, 'La, la, la, I'm so pretty.' I still mingle with a lot with young people. I even go to college campuses to talk to them because I know how they think. They don't think I'm boring, either. They think I'm cool, but I want them to think I'm hot!

I have a problem about being nearly sixty: I keep waking up in the morning and thinking I'm thirty-one.

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.

I'm just the same age I've always been.

We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend it never comes. We push the clock back and try to prolong the morning, over-reaching and over-straining ourselves in the unnatural effort. ... In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon.

There are several ways to mess up your life by fighting to make your calendar age match your felt age. I live in the Southwest, a part of the country with more than its share of fair skies, material wealth, and people who are trying not to be as old as they are.

As a baby boomer myself, I can tell you we are part of the have-it-all generation. We pretend never to age and often do our best to avoid sacrifice.