The thing about our choices is that after we have made them, they turn around and make us.

I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.

I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.

Do not wait for the tide to take you, my boy. Instead, you take on the tide

Is someone different at age 18 or 60? I believe one stays the same.

Age is a funny thing. So are appearances. Neither is relevant to what one knows, in my opinion.

When I was young, I was 13 going on 31. Then when I was 30 going on 31, I was 30 going on 29. Now I’m in love and I’ve lost all sense of time—and...

I’m 60-years-old. -Ma’am, I don’t believe it. -You’re too kind. -It’s true. You look at least 75.

The first door in the hall leads to youth, the second door leads to middle age, and the third door leads to the bathroom. But knock first, because I think grandpa’s in there.

The older I get the more I realize how simple life is and how complicated we make it…

If youth was sold in a bottle of hair dye, we would all get in line.

Chronologically she is twelve but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.

The young accept the extraordinary as normal because they do not compare their lives with those of others when everyone is like them.

The death of a parent, he wrote, ‘despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we...

The energy of youth with the experience of age is a lethal combination.

Twenty-three is old. It’s almost 25, which is like almost mid-20s.

People forget that old women were young once, but d’you think we old women forget? In my heart, I’m still thirty.

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.

You do know, I hope, that no man under the age of forty can even approach fascinating.

I don’t ask for your pity, but just for your understanding – not even that – no. Just for some recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

Age doesn’t matter: an open mind does.