Fundamentally speaking, bodies age; feelings don't.
For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.
I haven't dunked since Bill Clinton was in office, so I'm just happy for anyone who can do so without a trampoline.
One thing that's likely: How you look as you age is hereditary. Some of my family members, for example, look younger than their real age. And people have mistaken me for 30, even 25.
The ears are the last feature to age.
The hands really show signs of age.
I understand that there are thick, dark circles under my eyes. I have grown to appreciate them. I have noticed that my nose grows a little hookier on a near-monthly basis. That's fine. I know there are wrinkles ready to stake their claim as full time residents on my forehead any moment now. My dad has those, too, and I find that endearing.
Things hurt me now. My knees hurt, my back hurts. But your head still thinks it's twenty-three.
The forties are the time when you begin to take notice of certain aches and pains. Your body and brain behave in inexplicable ways: Less hair on your head, more in your ears and nostrils. More memories in the bank, less synaptic firepower with which to access them. Gravity has started to show its inexorable pull.
The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.
I see myself as 38, but you don't notice it.
Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.
When the body breaks down and you start to wrinkle, I think it's so bad.
I am 54 and age is slowly writing itself on my face.
The science of Contrology disproves that prevalent and all-too-trite saying; 'You're only as old as you feel.' The art of Contrology proves that the only real guide to your true age lies not in years or how you THINK you feel but as you ACTUALLY are as infallibly indicated by the degree of natural and normalflexibility enjoyed by your spine throughout life.
I throw just as hard as ever - it just takes twice as long to get there.
How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't know and didn't care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. "You're beautiful," I murmured.
It is not true that the heart wears out - but the body creates this illusion.
Age imprints more wrinkles a in the mind, than it does in the face, and souls are never, or very rarely seen, that in growing old do not smell sour and musty. Man moves all together, both towards his perfection and decay.
Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.
I figured my body always would be able to repair itself. I think all of us believe that - until you begin to age and get hit with deteriorating joints.
Just because someone looks old doesn't mean he or she is. The skin of some people who spend a lot of time outdoors seems to age very rapidly. Someone can look 80 or 90 and only be 40 to 50.
In every animal that walks upright, the deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part: The Face first grows lank and wrinkled; then the neck; then the breast and arms; the lower parts continuing to the last as plump as ever; so that covering all above with a basket, and regarding only what is below the girdle, it is impossible of two women to know an old from a young one.
