I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable--if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.

I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that

If it keeps up man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.

Please stop teaching my children that everyone gets a trophy just for participating. What is this the Nobel Prize? Not everybody gets a trophy.

So many older people they just sit around all day long and they don't get any exercise. Their muscles atrophy and they lose their strength their energy and vitality by inactivity.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

I have a trophy case that contains all the action figures ever made of me. It also has items I've stolen from my movies like three guns and holsters from 'Serenity'.

It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.

The three great problems of this century the degradation of man in the proletariat the subjection of women through hunger the atrophy of the child by darkness.

When I won in 2003 never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would win Wimbledon and have my kids seeing me lift the trophy so this is pretty surreal. And yeah I was almost shocked in the moment that it all came together so nicely.