#aging

You remember having friends who used to lampoon the world so effortlessly, crouching at the verge of every joke and waiting to pounce on it, and you remember how they changed as they grew older and the joy of questioning everything slowly became transformed into the pain of questioning everything, like a star consuming its own core. ↗

— Kevin Brockmeier

#humor #joking #questions #wit #age

It's always hard to remember love - years pass and you say to yourself, Was I really in love, or was I just kidding myself? Was I really in love, or was I just pretending he was the man of my dreams? Was I really in love, or was I just desperate? ↗

— Nora Ephron

#illusion #love #relationships #true-love #wisdom

It is essential that justice be done, it is equally vital that justice not be confused with revenge, for the two are wholly different. ↗

— Oscar Arias

#inspirational #justice #widsom #equality

It is lovely to meet an old person whose face is deeply lined, a face that has been deeply inhabited, to look in the eyes and find light there. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#life #age

George Macdonald said, 'If you knew what God knows about death you would clap your listless hands', but instead I find old people in North America just buying this whole youth obsession. I think growing older is a wonderful privilege. I want to learn to glorify God in every stage of my life. ↗

— Elisabeth Elliot

#aging #christian #god #inspirational #jesus

I will bend hearts and open doors that would otherwise be closed to you. ↗

— T. Romel Blossom

#inspirational #inspirational

Curious that we spend more time congratulating people who have succeeded than encouraging people who have not. ↗

— Neil deGrasse Tyson

#encourage #encouraging #succeed #success #success

I Didn't Ask to Be a Senior Citizen (I Was Drafted) ↗

— Doug Jensen

#humor #old-age #senior-citizen #age

For youth, sexual love is whim; for the aged, luxury. ↗

— Bill Gaede

#extinction #love #relations #age

Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquility, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all the things solved that had puzzled me when I was small, all mysteries settled, all questions answered, and the moments dripping away, unnoticed almost, drip by golden drip, toward the final, almost unnoticed, quietus. ↗

— John Banville

#age