Physically, I’m not tough. I may think tough. I would say I’m kinda tough and calloused inside. I could use a foot more in height and fifty more pounds and fifteen years off my age and then God help all you bastards.— Humphrey Bogart
Inspiring Age Fifty quotations
Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty.
But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
Truthfully, in this age those with intellect have no courage and those with some modicum of physical courage have no intellect. If things are to alter during the next fifty years then we must re-embrace Byron’s ideal: the cultured thug.
I am fifty-two years of age. I am a bishop in the Anglican Church, and a few people might be constrained to say that I was reasonably responsible. In the land of my birth I cannot vote...
Only a few things are really important.
My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.
There's nothing tragic about being fifty. Not unless you're trying to be twenty-five.
No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.
Since the age of six I have had the habit of sketching forms of objects.
Although from about fifty I have often published my pictorial works, before the seventieth year none is worthy.
Fifty is a big corner to turn. It used to mean being put out to pasture, but it's the opposite with me. I feel more vibrant; I'm more active than I've ever been. The F-word really is freedom. It's the freedom to have dropped the rock-the rock of addiction, of family, of comparisons with other people. It's being fit and focused and kind of furious.
Nobody expects to trust his body overmuch after the age of fifty.
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist.
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric. Here I am doing and saying the same things I did then and I'm labeled senile.
At twenty, a man feels awfully aged and blasé;
at thirty, almost senile; at forty, "not so old"; and at fifty, positively skittish.
When you get past fifty, you have to decide whether to keep your face or your figure. I kept my face.
Sex ages us. Priests are boyish, spinsters stay black-haired until after fifty. We others, the demon rots us out.
The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained.
By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are, and if it is good, it is better than your youth.
From the time I was twelve years old until I retired last year at the age of fifty-seven, the Army was my life. I loved commanding soldiers and being around people who had made a serious commitment to serve their country.
He was then in his fifty-fourth year, when even in the case of poets reason and passion begin to discuss a peace treaty and usually conclude it not very long afterwards.
A man is thirty years old before he has any settled thoughts of his fortune;
it is not completed before fifty. He falls to building in his old age, and dies by the time his house is in a condition to be painted and glazed.
We must develop a compelling vision of later life: one that does not assume a trajectory of decline after fifty, but one that recognizes it as a time of change, growth and new learning, a time when our courage gives us hope.
I began drinking alcohol at the age of thirteen and gave it up in my fifty sixth year; it was like going straight from puberty to a mid-life crisis.
Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.
Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.
I think middle-age is the best time, if we can escape the fatty degeneration of the conscience which often sets in at about fifty.
You may consider me presumptuous, gentlemen, but I claim to be a citizen of the United States, with all the qualifications of a voter. I can read the Constitution, I am possessed of two hundred and fifty dollars, and the last time I looked in the old family Bible I found I was over twenty-one years of age.
From forty to fifty a man is at heart either a stoic or a satyr.
From forty to fifty a man must move upward, or the natural falling off in the vigor of life will carry him rapidly downward.
At fifty you realize that you are no longer a kid.
I ignored forty. It was like I was almost at middle age. Maybe it's the baby boomer thing. But undeniably, I am a man. I have to accept [mortality].
If the average jazz artist uses his head and at the outset of his career realizes he won't play as well at fifty as he does at twenty-five, he won't be in a line-up outside the Salvation Army when he's fifty.
Never say you are too old. You do not say it now, perhaps; but by and by, when the hair grows gray and the eyes grow dim and the young despair comes to curse the old age, you will say, "It is too late for me." Never too late! Never too old! How old are you--thirty, fifty, eighty? What is that in immortality? We are but children.
Like the tail fins on fifties American cars or the parabolic shapes of Populuxe furniture, 'West Side Story' incarnates the dream of momentum in the golden age of the twentieth century.
I would be twenty before I learned how to be fifteen, thirty before I knew what it meant to be twenty, and now at seventy-two I have to stop myself from thinking like a man of fifty who has plenty of time ahead.
Remember that the past fifty years has been the age of the Big Bang cosmology.
We have learnt to see all reality as a slow-motion explosion, as pouring itself out and passing away, as dissemination. We live in a postmodern epoch in which there is nothing absolute, nothing permanent and nothing substantial.
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine.