When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was younger, I looked at getting older as this process of getting less interested in things and becoming colder, and of finding less joy in the mystery of things. And I've found the exact opposite to be true. I find that I'm getting warmer, and that I'm more mystified by human interactions.
You're only as old as you feel, and I feel pretty young. I've got one gear, and till it gets reversed, I'm going all out.
I'd never walked on snow 'til I was 50, you know. There's no snow where I come from.
I'm an old cynic.
Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.
I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don't have.
It's like, no matter what I do, I always feel like I'm five years old, and I end up in the back of my father's car looking out the window, and nothing has changed in 25 years.
The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.
I'm much too young to feel this damn old.
When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.