The truth is, I can choose to view tough times as growing times, I can choose to see aging as seasoning and I can choose to focus on whatever good there is to be found...

The older I get, the better I was.

He walked into the bathroom, wincing at himself in the mirror, that always more tired older brother.

And I’m not going to get any thinner or any younger, my ass is going to hit the ground, if it hasn’t already–and I want to be with somebody who can still see me in...

Many people define beauty as skin deep, but I’ve found the beauty in physical and superficial changes that continue throughout the life of a woman.

I have read the terms and conditions for growing up and I do not agree.

We are the sum total of our experiences. Those experiences – be they positive or negative – make us the person we are, at any given point in our lives. And, like a flowing river,...

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

As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.

imperfections.” They identify so much with this mask they reject their true beauty.Feminine Transitions encourages women to remove their masks and love their true selves, completely.

LADY BRACKNELLThirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. Lady Dumbleton is an instance in...

I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It’s somebody else’s turn now.

Courage has no age.

Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it’s because she’s getting older. It’s true. She’s aging more noticeably every day—while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here....

Perhaps this was part of growing older, to undergo hideous alterations in the deepest certainties, in love, in lovers, finally in one’s self.

I don’t know what the old you was like, but the new you, the older you than the old you, is new and fresh.

His hair isn’t turning gray—it’s turning silver, and it’s going up in value. Aging is the best hedge against an inflationary fiat currency.

I am thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way that a twelve-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection has turned into...

I’m older now, which I can’t help, but I’m also fatter, thanks to all the extra helpings.

And since when had I become the guy that things happened to ten years ago?

…A mirror can trick you day by day into thinking you remain looking and existing in one way forever. But a photograph presents you with the truth: it freezes you eternally, existing as a reminder...

Embrace aging.

You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it’s only through ecstasy you can do that, and...

The surgeons are playing on the myth’s double standard for the function of the body. A man’s thigh is for walking, but a woman’s is for walking and looking “beautiful.” If women can walk but...

It’s not cold in here, you’re just dying.

If we don’t accept any common beliefs, we can’t exist in spacetime. But when we don’t believe in age, at least we don’t have to die because our numbers change. […] When you don’t believe...

..Thirty’s the end of being young, forty is where you stop fooling yourself.

Maybe it’s true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

The truth is, Socrates, that these regrets, and also the complaints about relations, are to be attributed to the same cause, which is not old age, but men’s characters and tempers; for he who is...

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

I was 16 when I entered the foster system, and know firsthand the statistics for ‘aging out.’

I just got a rather nasty shock. In looking for something or other I came across the fact that one of my cats is about to be nine years old, and that another of them...

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping.

She went weak in the knees and could barely walk as she followed him, trembling with fear. Her hopes for a happy future with Jordan came crashing down. Whoever had told Jordan she was free...

I’m not opposed to aging – even though society is kinder on men than women when it comes to getting old. How can I look at aging as the enemy? It happens whether I like...

There’s nothing wrong with accumulating wealth, receiving recognition for your efforts, and having some power and status–what’s wrong is when you think that’s who you are.

It gave her a sudden sense that it was now her turn to grow old, to find the world changing, sliding away from the old ways of being and behaving, so that you were gradually...

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...

Women could probably be trained quite easily to see men first as sexual things. If girls never experienced sexual violence; if a girl’s only window on male sexuality were a stream of easily available, well-lit,...

Over the last few years, my comfort level with how I look has improved. My age has helped. You get used to yourself and accept yourself.

It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death… And they...

The number of Canadians providing or expecting to provide eldercare in need is already a staggering statistic. Baby boomers are aging and this figure is likely to grow substantially.The Caregiver’s Guide for Canadians will provide...

OctoberO love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old,A-dying ‘mid the autumn-scented hazeThat hangeth o’er the hollow in the wold,Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infoldGrey church, long...

As I get older, I just prefer to knit.

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

In the end, the slow decay of the body didn’t matter. We all continue on, renewing ourselves, through our offspring. They are what matter. They are what survives.

fate” caused you to make great decisions that lead you to where you are now.

As time went on, we learned to arm ourselves in our different ways. Some of us with real guns, some of us with more ephemeral weapons, an idea or improbable plan or some sort of...

The best thing to do with a seven-year-old is wait until they’re eight to tell them to wait until they’re 18 to start living life.