The older I get, the less I know. It's wonderful--it makes the world so spacious.

— Swami Chetanananda

We don’t ask when people age out of singing, or eating ice cream; why would we stop making love?

— Ashton Applewhite

When Dr. Jung said we must be able to look forward in old age to the next day and to look forward to the great adventure that is ahead, he was making life’s “imperative to grow” personal. As long as we are alive, we must be able to dream of the future, of a better world or better ways of life. We are also invited by our greater Self to dream new dreams of creativity and fresh ways of expressing ourselves, as many great artists have into their nineties.

— Bud Harris

When I was suddenly thrust into what everyone calls menopause (Orchids) earlier than my body planned, I decided someone needed to take charge on so many levels. It was time to not only change the vernacular, but to speak up and say "Hey! This isn't an old lady's disease! We aren't old! We are strong and dammit, we are beautiful and sexy too!

— Lisa Jey Davis

When you’re seventy-five, you are still going to be you.

— Linda Gray

You can do this (this thing, where your body will cease to produce hormones and your skin, hair, muscles and bones... basically every part of you will notice, go into withdrawals, and stage a coup). Be prepared for this mentally, and you'll own this "thing.

— Lisa Jey Davis

You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.

— George Bernard Shaw

Your age is measured by your dreams not by the years.

— Amit Ray

Youth. I don't seek it through another because I have it within; it's a state of mind, a spirit that is free, and a mind that is playful. The shell of my being is altered by the effects of time, but nothing will tarnish a soul that will never forget what It's like to experience creation with endless wonder and appreciation. Each time I see the first snowfall of the season I feel it's the first time I've seen it at all.

— Donna Lynn Hope

Youth is as easily wasted as a fine wine consumed by a drunken man. There is no poetry in aging, and Avert lived out the process in its most hideous iteration.

— Kelsey Brickl