Age Quotes: 45 Years

Although I feel thirty, and look but a little older, Father Time insists that I am forty-five, and, after all, forty-five is a comfortable, respectable age. ~Anne Spottswood Young, “The Sign of the Pink Rose,” in The Epworth Herald, 1920 December 4th

Forty-five is the age of recklessness for many men, as if in defiance of the decay and death waiting with open arms in the sinister valley at the bottom of the inevitable hill. ~Joseph Conrad, Victory: An Island Story, 1914  #midlife crisis

Of course… there is hope in fulfillment of dreams and hopes and plans and ambitions after one is forty-five — or after one is sixty-five. There is always time. Years have nothing to do with life. Keep the body healthy and in good working order and forget that you are not in eternity now. ~Della Thompson Lutes, “Parents’ Problems,” reply to M.W.K., American Motherhood, January 1910

I am forty-five today, my gracious!
It is time I was sobering down,
My life has been, well, say lovely,
It might make a preacher frown.
I have drank of the bowl of pleasure
And the taste sticks still on my tongue,
I have stepped to the merriest of music
And the roughest of songs I have sung…
~Old Tallow Pot, “I Am Forty-Five Today,” in Railway Carmen’s Journal, May 1893

When I was young and miserable, all change was for the better, but when you’re forty-five, almost nothing can be better, so you grieve for every leaf that falls. ~Garrison Keillor, We Are Still Married: Stories and Letters, 1990 edition, Part 2 — The Lake, “Who Do You Think You Are?”

I am forty-five, my hair is grey, I have lost a tooth or two, but I have good health, and have not spent a day all round the clock in bed for more than twenty years. But I am frightened, for I feel old. Yes, really old. And I am envious of the young. Can you advise me? Has your philosophy no elixir that will restore the spring to my heart? ~Anonymous, letter to Hubert Bland, in With the Eyes of a Man, 1905

I am forty-five today and I linger
At the mile post that stands on the track;
It is forward that hope points with her finger,
But I cannot help but turn and look back.
I have had my full load of troubles,
My thoughts are no longer a boy’s,
And I know that the job for tomorrow
Will be to take rent to my yesterday’s spree…
~Old Tallow Pot, “I Am Forty-Five Today,” in Railway Carmen’s Journal, May 1893

At sixteen I was stupid, confused, insecure and indecisive. At twenty-five I was wise, self-confident, prepossessing and assertive. At forty-five I am stupid, confused, insecure and indecisive. Who would have supposed that maturity is only a short break in adolescence? ~Jules Feiffer, 1974