Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

Because inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

As you have been on the road, what have you been hearing from readers about A RELIABLE WIFE?RG: The most interesting question came from a young man in his 30s who asked me to discuss the relationship between love and aging. We think when we’re young that, as we get older, our passions and enthusiasms...

Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I’m twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It’s a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I’m – you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to...

I think as you get older you become more of who you always were. You become a more concentrated version of yourself. You really learn who you are, why you’re unique, who you’ve always been […] There’s a winnowing away of nonessentials, sometimes essentials, it’s true, but what remains is your core, your essence, the...

I was born at a very early age. As I grew up, I got older… So far though, this is the oldest I’ve ever been.

At the crossroad in my life, I didn’t know which way to go. I just mindlessly choose a random direction… then, after regretting my decision I tried to retrace my steps. However, without even realizing it the sun had already set.

The thing about the old is that we never change so much as the young. We slip in degrees, adding rings like trees–a new wrinkle here, a shade less color there, but the young transform like caterpillars into butterflies. They become whole new people as if overnight.

Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

[W]as verabscheuenswerter sei, die Zeichen der Sünde oder die des Alter.

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.

With mortal age comes the immense need for childish charms. Like a fine wine, sweetens with maturity.

Beauty is not the flawless perfection of youth, but the fine lines, scars, and wisdom which only living can give you.

A man who lives long enough will be a boy twice.

You can only be twice someone’s age once.

She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones in the cathedral of her body.

Those who succeed in an outstanding way seldom do so before the age of 40. More often, they do not strike their real pace until they are well beyond the age of 50.

She looks like a very young old person, or a very old young person; but then, she’s looked that way ever since she was two.

I am old now, or at least, I am no longer young, and everything I see reminds me of something else I’ve seen, such that I see nothing for the first time. A bonny girl, her hair fiery red, reminds me only of another hundred such lasses, and their mothers, and what they were as...

Nemo enim est tam senex qui se annum non putet posse vivere.(No one is so old as to think that he cannot live one more year.)

Age had not made him less handsome, as is so often the case; it had simply made him less visible.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol’n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

Adventures are important things in our life, to forget about our aging.

I don’t act my age, I act my personality.

Seniority has nothing to do with intellectuality, your individuality wins the majority or minority, simply because you maintained the status quo of your peculiarity.

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

I’m thirty-four.””You don’t look thirty-four.””That’s because I’m not married.” Mae’s smile felt as if it were set in concrete. “Marriage tends to age a woman.

Material wealth do not last forever, but that which probably lasts forever is the wealth of intelligence and creativity.

One day you’re something, so promising and full o’ dares, so big the world’s too small a place to hold you. Then, ‘fore you know it, you’re old, and you realise all them things you had in mind you’ll never get to. All them doors you felt too big to fit through have already shut....

One reason that the task of inventing manners is so difficult is that etiquette is folk custom, and people have emotional ties to the forms of their youth. That is why there is such hostility between generations in times of rapid change; their manners being different, each feels affronted by the other, taking even the...

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more…

Forty-two. His age had astounded him for years, and each time that he had sat so astounded, trying to figure out what had become of the young, slim man in his twenties, a whole additional year slipped by and had to be recorded, a continually growing sum which he could not reconcile with his self-image....

Old Deuteronomy’s lived a long time;He’s a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.He was famous in proverb and famous in rhymeA long while before Queen Victoria’s accession.Old Deuteronomy’s buried nine wivesAnd more – I am tempted to say, ninety-nine;And his numerous progeny prospers and thrivesAnd the village is proud of him in his...

I don’t know yet. I might be. Age sixteen totally sucks when it comes to absolutes.

Love has no age, race, wealth, ethnic bakground, gender, or appearence. Love is love and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

Though our castes and institutions are apparently linked with our religion, they are not so. These institutions have been necessary to protect us as a nation, and when this necessity for self-preservation will no more exist, they will die a natural death. But the older I grow, the better I seem to think of these...

Sex in the twenties is like a helicopter raring to take off vertically, but twenty years later, it is like a vintage plane roaring and racing to a reluctant take off!

There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.

You aren’t really old until nothing is fun enough to make you forget the weather.

The child, screaming for refuge, senses how feeble a shelter the twig hut of grown-up awareness is. They claim strength, these parents, and complete sanctuary. The weeping earth itself knows how desperate is the child’s need for exactly that sanctuary. How deep and sticky is the darkness of childhood, how rigid the blades of infant...

One Life With Many Names, Childhood, Boyhood, Manhood And Old, Then? Then! All Unknown, Uncertain Destination….

Zehrunisa didn’t know Abdul’s age herself. Seventeen was what she’d said before the burning, when people asked her, but he could have been twenty-seven, for all she knew. You didn’t keep track of a child’s years when you were fighting daily to keep him from starving, as she and many other Annawadi mothers had been...

There is something about the act of studying an unclothed body, as an artist does, that allows a person to appreciate it as pure form, regardless of the kinds of traits traditionally regarded as imperfections. In a figure drawing class, an obese woman’s folds of flesh take on a kind of beauty. You can look...

After all, most of us have lived lives based on commitments made without any way of knowing where they would lead. The uncertainty is an essential element in commitment, the acceptance of consequences an essential element in fidelity. [p. 80]

The thing to know about my brother was that even though he was fifteen, he looked to be about the same age as me. Only, I’m not sure if that was because he looked older or I looked younger. I like to think it was a healthy mixture of both.

When you’re young you can’t work out the age of an adult – they’re just quite old, old, or very old.

He was not ill-fitted to be the head and representative of a community which owed its origin and progress, and its present state of development, not to the impulses of youth, but to the stern and tempered energies of manhood and the sombre sagacity of age; accomplishing so much, precisely because it imagined and hoped...

A man’s life is all he has. When you’re old, it’s all you’ll ever have.

Old soul.” I laughed. “You’re Thirty.””It’s not the years, it’s the experience,” he paused.