Wrinkled Quotations

The appearance of aged persons is too well known to make detailed description necessary. The skin of the face is dry and wrinkled and generally pale. The hairs on the head and the body are white. The back is bent, and the gait is slow and laborious, whilst the memory is weak. Such are the most familiar traits of old age.

I find it soothing to take something wrinkled and make it smooth. It feels anticipatory. It's what I do before a celebration. And nobody bothers me when I'm ironing.

I got scars on my face that tell some kind of story. I'm looking in the mirror, and I got one scar that's really two scars - half from a baseball bat and half from playing football in college. I'll tell you, though, after a while, your face gets so wrinkled up you can hardly see them.

To see someone 70 years old with dyed black hair, you're like, 'Hmmm, I dunno. Is that a wrinkled teenager? What is that?' So at some point, I'm going to have to stop doing this. It's gonna look ridiculous. I don't wanna look like Elvis Presley at 60 years old.

Softly along the road of evening, / In a twilight dim with rose, / Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew, / Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

If one's memories of Baghdad women were only of those to be seen in the streets, they would be of leathery, wrinkled faces, prematurely old, figures which have lost all shape, and henna-stained hands crinkled and deformed by toil.

Ringed with the azure world, he stands./ The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;/ He watches from his mountain walls,/ And like a thunderbolt he falls.

It ought to be lovely to be old, To be full of the peace that comes with experience And wrinkled ripe fulfillment

It's like a shirt when it's all wrinkled up. You press it with an iron and it comes out looking better.

Then we have to run towards Nowhere, to shout that we want to keep the wind on the top of our palms so wrinkled by time, to look towards our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one and say: This is your Accidental Occurrence, our Intended Destiny, such a sad Destiny as sad as your Accidental Occurrence was in this magical world of Knowledge! Then our Creating Factor will face our sacred self because it will face towards Him!

Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road. She had so many gold teeth . . . she used to have to sleep with her head in a safe.