There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

When you're young you don't realize that at every age you are always in the present, and in that sense no older;

جميعنا, في جزء ما من أنفسنا, نعيش وراء الزمن. ربما أننا لا نعي عمرنا إلا في لحظات استثنائية, وأننا معظم الوقت أشخاص بلا أعمار.

Inside, we are ageless...and when we talk to ourselves, it's the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It's the body that is changing around that ageless center.

We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.

Young people seem not to know that they are going to get old, but older people know that they are not going to become young again.

Ultimately we are only as old as we feel in our hearts and minds.

Isn’t it delightful to forget how old we are?

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

When the prevailing fantasy is that we can be ageless, the geriatrician’s uncomfortable demand is that we accept we are not.

The rock, for its part, is not even aware of our existence because we are alive for only a brief instant of its lifespan. To it, we are like flashes in the dark.

He was one of those men who, as in youth they are never very young, so in age are they never very old.

You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.