Everything we've been taught about health, weight loss and aging is wrong.
You're never too old to be young, and never too young to be old.
At my age, any day above ground and vertical is a good day.
The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live - and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.
I prefer old age to the alternative.
Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.
We do not necessarily improve with age: for better or worse we become more like ourselves.
You're aging when your actions creak louder than your words.
Much of aging comes from a misunderstanding of the effect of comfort.
As scary as change can be and as much as I might resist it, there's always some unkown gift that comes out of it. I really never thought you could begin again. You can.
Not every age is fit for childish sports.
I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers. . . this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.
Everyone gets obsessed with anti-aging but I'd rather look as good as I can at the age I am.
Good thing I'm aging, otherwise I'd be dead.
When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.
The aging process is fascinating because it doesn't disturb me, because this is what it is supposed to be like. But I'll tell you what does - it's the lack of strength - you can't hold up suitcases and do it yourself. Loss of physical strength.
I have not had any of that surgical stuff. I am too curious to find out exactly how I progress every day of my life naturally. That is what fascinates me.
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.
Don't let your age control your life. . . Let your life control your age.
Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.