There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.
Most people do not have a problem with being old. They have a problem with looking old.
With time we will all stop fighting pimples and start fighting wrinkles.
To me, the word wisdom means ancient knowledge.
It’s the kind of knowledge you not only see but feel when you look into the eyes of an elephant or stop for a moment to marvel at the deep wrinkles on its skin, both of which I believe contain the truths learned from each intentional step their feet and those of their ancestors have placed upon the earth.
Starlight beats when heart twinkles
Youthful sky beyond cloudy wrinkles
Muse of glory to flame the night
Verse inscribed as written light
All age is a kind of tiredness, I think. When you’re young, the lines never show. Every morning you wake unmarked, wiped clear by sleep. One day, though, you see lines that itch, as though some crumb of existence has been creased into your skin. They can never be smoothed away, and after a while you forget that this heavy, irritable feeling wasn’t always there.
Some women wear a miniskirt to reveal their thighs; some wear one to conceal their age.
After a certain point, all natural bodily changes are for the worst.