Suddenly it seemed to me that I looked back from a great distance on that smile and saw it all again - the smile and the day, the whole sunny, sad, funny, wonderful day and all the days that we had spent here together. What was I going to do when such days came no more? There could not be many; for we were a family growing old. And how would I learn to live without these people? I who needed them so little that I could stay away all year - what should I do without them?
Jetta CarletonTags: inspirational family aging reminiscing
The older I get, the better I was.
Van Dyke ParksTags: aging
She was an object lesson on the essential luck, whatever hardships may come their way, of those born able to make things.
Diana AthillTags: creativity aging
I reckon responsible behavior is something to get when you grow older. Like varicose veins.
Terry PratchettTags: growing-up aging
[O]ver the years I travelled to another universe. However alert we are, however much we think we know what will happen, antiquity remains an unknown, unanticipated galaxy. It is alien, and old people are a separate form of life. They have green skin, with two heads that sprout antennae. They can be pleasant, they can be annoying--in the supermarket, these old ladies won't get out of my way--but most important they are permanently other. When we turn eighty, we understand that we are extraterrestrial. If we forget for a moment that we are old, we are reminded when we try to stand up, or when we encounter someone young, who appears to observe green skin, extra heads, and protuberances.
Donald HallTags: aliens old-age aging other extraterrestrials antiquity
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
Gabriel García MárquezSo this is it ⎯ what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.
Jennifer EganTags: death aging wasting-time getting-old getting-older
LADY BRACKNELL
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. Lady Dumbleton is an instance in point. To my own knowledge she has been thirty-five ever since she arrived at the age of forty, which was many years ago now.
More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.
Sherman AlexieTags: aging
Attempting to Soar"
A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights.
As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window,
cupping it around the wind. He’d been assured
this is exactly how a woman’s breast feels when you put
your hand around it and apply a little pressure. Now he knew,
and he loved it. Night after night, again and again, until
the weather grew cold and he had to roll the window up.
For many years afterwards he was perpetually attempting
to soar. One winter’s night, holding his wife’s breast
in his hand, he closed his eyes and wanted to weep.
He loved her, but it was the wind he imagined now.
As he grew older, he loved the word etcetera and refused
to abbreviate it. He loved sweet white butter. He often
pretended to be playing the organ. On one of his last mornings,
he noticed the shape of his face molded in the pillow.
He shook it out, but the next morning it reappeared.
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