Middle Age Saying



Middle age is having a choice between two temptations and choosing the one that`ll get you home earlier.




I fear vastly more a futile, incompetent old age than I do any form of death.




Middle age is when we can do just as much as ever - but would rather not.




It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.




If youth but know, And old age only could.




Old age puts more wrinkles in our minds than on our faces.




Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.




Thanks to modern medical advances such as antibiotics, nasal spray, and Diet Coke, it has become routine for people in the civilized world to pass the age of 40, sometimes more than once.




The true way to render age vigorous is to prolong the youth of the mind.




I am getting old and the sign of old age is that I begin to philosophize and ponder over problems which should not be my concern at all.




Sometimes age succeeds, sometimes it fails. It depends on you.




Middle age is when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.




Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.




Old age is a lot of crossed off names in an address book.




Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o`erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime... But mourn the inward wreck we feel As hoary years depart, And Time`s effacing fingers steal Young feelings from the heart!




You get to an age when there are really just two reasons to get up in the morning - for goodness sake and for heaven`s sake.




I am getting to an age when I can only enjoy the last sport left. It is called hunting for your spectacles.




Youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret.




What most persons consider as virtue, after the age of 40 is simply a loss of energy.




The answer to old age is to keep one`s mind busy and to go on with one`s life as if it were interminable. I always admired Chekhov for building a new house when he was dying of tuberculosis.



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