Old age is far more than white hair, wrinkles, the feeling that it is too late and the game finished, that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body, but the indifference of the soul.

I'm more relaxed about life now that I'm older. I like it, despite the wrinkles. It's what I feel inside that's precious.

I'm not worried about wrinkles on my cheeks, or going grey. I'm not trying to be 20.

Aging gracefully is about no heavy makeup, and not too much powder because it gets into the wrinkles, and, you know, to not get turtle eyelids and to not try to look young.

I understand that there are thick, dark circles under my eyes. I have grown to appreciate them. I have noticed that my nose grows a little hookier on a near-monthly basis. That's fine. I know there are wrinkles ready to stake their claim as full time residents on my forehead any moment now. My dad has those, too, and I find that endearing.

I don't want my wrinkles taken away - I don't want to look like everyone else.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

The study of expression ought to form a part of the study of psychology, but it also comes within the province of anthropology because the habitual, life-long expressions of the face determine the wrinkles of old age, which are distinctly an anthropological characteristic.

Scientists - who prefer explanations subject to laboratory tests - figure that everything we see today was as inevitable as wrinkles, once the Big Bang established physics. Stars and planets were cooked up as huge clouds of matter collapsed and coalesced.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

My skin may have wrinkles but it's because I'm smiling so much. That might sound like some terrible American greetings card, but I feel it's immoral for me to castigate my body for getting older, when it does everything I ask of it.

Wrinkles happen to human beings.

I'm not into wrinkles.

When you're getting old, obviously you try to put on the best cream, you have massages, you try to stay beautiful, but I think wrinkles can sometimes be more beautiful than having none.

It is not like adding wrinkles to look older; it is using the wrinkles I already have to say something else. What is disturbing is not seeing more lines on my face but seeing that the range of possibilities of what I can do is much more limited.

When I get older, I don't think I'll like to have wrinkles, or a big jelly belly. I cannot have it.

I have no intention of flattering people. I like wrinkles and crow's feet and flaws, and somebody should know, if I'm going to photograph them, that's going to show up, you know?

Please don't retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them.

You know, I've got wrinkles on my forehead and smile lines, but what's wrong with that? I love to smile.

We have to be able to grow up. Our wrinkles are our medals of the passage of life. They are what we have been through and who we want to be.