Ann's birthday has sent me looking for aging quotes. Ann is not old. She never will be. On the other hand Joan Rivers is really really old. Really really really old.
Here are some of my favorite quotes (I wish I'd written the first one):
"There is no age. There is, as there always was, just you." Carol Matthau
"In a dream you are never eighty." Anne Sexton
"In dog years I'm dead. " Anonymous
"In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire." Mignon McLaughlin
"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country." Kurt Vonnegut
"The older one grows the more one likes indecency." Virginia Woolf
"Life is a moderately good play, with a badly written third act." Truman Capote
"My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also my memory is not as sharp as it used to be." Maxine
"Time is a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician." Anonymous
"Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened." Jennifer Yane
How do you feel about aging?
Joan Rivers' ears look old. A lady told me that NPR had a bit on how the next generation could have a life expectancy of 150 years. Kill me before eighty-five, please.
ReplyDeleteWell, aging is pleasant enough if you have friends to eat breakfast with along the way. That's for sure.
ReplyDeleteI'm 55 now. I do feel older. I truly understand that my run here is a limited engagement. But I like my 50's a LOT more than my 40's. So much more.
I've embraced my crows feet. My grey hair and aging eyes, not so much.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to do it gracefully, like my grandmother, who was lovely at every age, but never looked like she was trying to be younger than she was. Except that I have these annoying (bordering on obnoxious) gray hairs that are multiplying earlier that I was planning on and it's throwing me for a loop.
ReplyDeleteJudging from the jars and jars of promised youth, I must feel pretty anxious.
ReplyDeletestuff i love about aging:
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-not being able to see the hair on my neck/chin/moles because my eyes aren't good when i have to see things close up.
i'm in a "the glass is half full" kind of mood today though so maybe ignorance (or my my case being blind) is bliss?
I remember being a perky, taught teenager and watching my mother apply lotion to her veiny thighs after a shower. I remember feeling so sorry for her and thinking there must be nothing exciting left in life because her butt was flabby and her belly and boobs were having a hang-low contest. Now, my body is pretty much a twin of hers. And yet, life marches on! I have to do my perky nieces hair for prom and that makes me feel old. I should be at prom. I should be perky. Conference made me feel better though.
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