I don't mind getting old except for the pain. I have two new knees, so going downstairs is not perfect. Nobody tells you about the pain.
My joints hurt. I'm slower. But I remember what it was like to run and play with the boys. I want to be one of the boys.
Can't pretend that growin' older never hurts.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
I don't believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It's a mean thing, life.
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.
As you get older, the defeats become more painful. They definitely hurt more.
A drinking man's someone who wants to forget he isn't still young an' believing.
The old men gazed on them in their loveliness, and turned away with that deep and painful sigh, which the gladness of childhood, and thetransient beauty of youth, are so apt to awaken in the bosom of the aged.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Getting older is a lot of fun. Right up there with chewing glass or putting your hand in a blender.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
