With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
The world is very cruel to women. They must do what they can for themselves – while they are young. When they are old and ugly no one will help them.
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.[El secreto de una buena vejez no es otra cosa que un pacto honrado con la soledad.]
The last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.[Les derniers pas de la vie sont toujours lents et difficiles.]
Once you hit 40, you start reexamining the math of it all. I’ll trade wisdom for youth any day.
It is the great tragedy of life, that women grow old.
Inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.
I’m good with getting older, because I feel like one day, I know I will love myself. I can’t imagine staying at one age. Ideally, I’d want to be 20 physically but 40 mentally.
Getting old is not a matter of age; it’s a lack of movement. And the ultimate lack of movement is death.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.
All sorts of allowances are made for the illusions of youth, and none, or almost none for the disenchantment of age.
