The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.
—Oscar Wilde
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Sunday, September 29, 2024
Sunday, August 28, 2022
Post #3139
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better, as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
—Walter Pope, M.D. (from The Old Man's Wish)
Sunday, February 13, 2022
Sunday, December 19, 2021
Post #3103
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
—Henri Frédéric Amiel
Sunday, July 25, 2021
Post #3082
I am very thankful to old age, which has increased my eager desire for conversation.
—Cicero
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Monday, February 02, 2015
Post #1741
It is a characteristic of old age to find the progress of time accelerated. The less one accomplishes in a given time, the shorter does the retrospect appear.
—Wilhelm von Humboldt
—Wilhelm von Humboldt
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Post #1118
I promise to keep on living as though I expected to live forever. Nobody
grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting
their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.
—Douglas MacArthur
—Douglas MacArthur
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Post #1064
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea - "cruising," it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
"I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense. And we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
—from "Wanderer" by Sterling Hayden, Sailor extraordinaire
"I've always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense. And we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
—from "Wanderer" by Sterling Hayden, Sailor extraordinaire
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
Post #913
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
—Jane Burchill
—Jane Burchill
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Post #317
People ought to be one of two things, young or old. No; what's the use of fooling? People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.
—Dorothy Parker
—Dorothy Parker
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Post #184
Growing old is no more than a bad habit that a busy person has no time to form.
—André Maurois
—André Maurois
Monday, January 11, 2010
Post #102
Happy the man who gains sagacity in youth, but thrice happy he who retains the fervour of youth in age.
—Dagobert Runes
—Dagobert Runes
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.
- dave
- El Paso, Texas, United States
- Native Texan · Navy Veteran · Various Scars and Tattoos · No Talent yet a Character