Lewis Carroll Quotes

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

Strange how when you're young you have no memories...Then one day you wake up and BOOM, memories overpower all else in your life, forever making the present moment seem sad and unable to compete with a glorious past that now has a life of its own.

Time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of glory days.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.

One may return to the place of his birth, He cannot go back to his youth.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.

As time passes by and you look at portraits, the people come back to you like a silent echo. A photograph is a vestige of a face, a face in transit. Photography has something to do with death. It's a trace.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

But where are the snows of yester year?

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

I keep my scrapbooks in the car. When I come to a stoplight, I start looking through my past. Sometimes I wish the red lights were longer.

I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Let us say in the pocket of one of my old coats I find a movie ticket from many years ago. Once I see the ticket, not only do I remember that I saw this movie, but also scenes from this movie, which I think I have entirely forgotten, come back to me. Objects have this power, and I like it.

The dearest days in one's life are those that seem very far and very near at once.

The good old days are now.