Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world.
Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, scepticism flies out of the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.
Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.
Of course one worries about getting older – we’re all fearful of death, let’s not kid ourselves. I’m simply not panicking as my laugh lines grow deeper. Who wants a face with no history, no sense of humor?
No one who is young is ever going to be old.
No one should be alone in their old age.
It often happens that an old family, with traditions that are entirely practical, sober and bourgeois, undergoes in its declining days a kind of artistic transfiguration.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life’s parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.[No es cierto que la gente deja de perseguir sus sueños porque envejecen, envejecen porque dejan de perseguir sus sueños.]
I’m older than you, and must know better.
I’m kind of comfortable with getting older because it’s better than the other option, which is being dead. So I’ll take getting older.
I’m an old-fashioned guy, I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.
