We are all refugees from our childhoods. And so we turn, among other things, to stories. To write a story, to read a story, is to be a refugee from the state of refugees. Writers and readers seek a solution to the problem that time passes, that those who have gone are gone and those who will go, which is to say every one of us, will go. For there was a moment when anything was possible. And there will be a moment when nothing is possible. But in between we can create.
Mohsin HamidMots clés reading writing death stories childhood adulthood creation aging refugees
Time erodes people, and when you are old enough you weigh nothing. It's comforting to know that I will never be as frail.
Maija HaavistoMots clés time old-age aging frailty
He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.
Colin CotterillMots clés humor memory aging getting-older
I'm sorry you don't like coming back here," her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they'd had. How could Emily explain: it wasn't her mother or Kersey she'd disowned, but her earlier self, that strange, ungrateful girl who strove to be first at everything and threw tantrums when she failed.
Stewart O'NanMots clés growing-up family home youth relationships mothers aging daughters arguments fights coming-home
For most of her life she just expected things would work out, that people would be kind. Now she recognized her good fortune for what it was. She'd been lucky in so much, it had left her woefully unprepared for old age.
Stewart O'NanMots clés kindness old-age aging fortune luck preparation good-fortune
And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or money.
James Lee BurkeMots clés growing-older aging passage-of-time tempus-fugit
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I used to think that eighty was a very old age. Now I am ninety. I do not think this any more. As long as you are able to admire and to love, you are young.
Pablo CasalsMots clés life inspirational mortality aging
I’m not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to be connected…or that no one can outrun destiny…or that all roads lead to truth and coincidence is a lie to distract us? The reason I was in this place no longer mattered. The harsh reality stared me in the face and demanded an immediate decision. Walk away and blame it on my age. Or stay and try to help a woman who had slowly become my friend over the last few weeks.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés art love beauty romance relationships responsibility grief artist illness aging volunteerism high-school ya young-adult-fiction teen-fiction glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass quinn-o-neill college-application
For a second, I stared at the map of her veins just under the surface of her thin skin. It was like her body was trying to become diaphanous. Instead of getting harder and stronger and full of life as we age, we disappear slowly. Our skin thins and evaporates. Our nails barely coat our fingertips. Our hair falls out. We are never more see-through.
Laura Anderson KurkMots clés art love romance responsibility dating artist illness aging volunteerism ya young-adult-fiction teen-fiction long-distance-relationships glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass quinn-o-neill college-application caretaker elderly-women
But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.”
I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous.
Mots clés art love last-words death relationships forgiveness dating grief artist aging hospital dying-words glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass jo-russell
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