If age is only a number, then I don’t feel as old as what my age is. And that’s what keeps me going.
I don’t believe in happy endings, but I do believe in happy travels, because ultimately, you die at a very young age, or you live long enough to watch your friends die. It’s a mean thing, life. – George Clooney
“There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be…”
– John Lennon
“Living is Easy with Eyes Closed.”
– John Lennon
“You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.”
– Jimi Hendrix
“One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.”
– Agatha Christie
“Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?”
– Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
“There’s no advantage to
hurrying through life.”
Life is like a library owned by
the author. In it are a few
books which he wrote
himself, but most of them
were written for him.
You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
Old age realizes the dreams of
youth: look at Dean Swift; in his
youth he built an asylum for the
insane, in his old age he was
himself an inmate.
One doesn’t recognize the really important
moments in one’s life until it’s too late.
A short chit chat with a female resident of the building we live in.
Me: Your fully retired, right?
She: Yes. And you?
She: What did you do?
I thought that was a good answer. I mean, you work, and then when you hit age 62 or whatever, then you retire.
A life of peace, purity, and refinement
leads to a calm and untroubled old age.
The problem with getting older is you still remember how things used to be. — Paul Newman
I don’t need you to remind me of my age. I have a bladder to do that for me.
– Stephen Fry
Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.
– George Burns
Four guys were all at a deer camp. They had two cabins, two men per cabin. After the first night, no one wanted to room with Bob because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The next night, Joe slept with Bob and came dragging to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.They said,”Man, what happened to you?”He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”The next night it was Mike’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.They said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!”He said, “That Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.”Then it was Fred’s turn. Fred was a tanned older cowboy, a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.“Good morning!” he said.They couldn’t believe it. They said, “Man, what happened? How did you survive the snoring?”He said, “Well, we got ready for bed. I patted Bob on the butt, tucked him into bed, and kissed him good night. Bob sat up and watched me all night.”