Iris Dement Quotes

I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Something occurs to you, 'Oh, no, I said that.'

We would go back and maybe not say that thing to our dad that we said, or maybe be a little nicer to someone who we cared about and had a relationship with when we were young. You know, they're subtle things, but we carry those with us forever. And I think that regret and time travel are intrinsically linked to me.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18.

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

I find going back through things sometimes exhilarating because I find things I didn't know I had, and sometimes it's very off putting because there are things I never quite finished, and there's nothing at all to do about it now.

I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

I should never have left Italy and Juve.

Incidents of the past - a lost love, a missed opportunity - shape us and make us what we are.

The only time I get a tear in my eye is when I think of what I can possibly miss.

You never say and do the things you wish you had said or done when someone close to you may not be around in awhile. Closure is impossible; that's the heart of the grief you will carry with you for the rest of your life.

When he died, he took a big piece of me with him. I'm sure that every time I do something, I'll think about having done it with Hef.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

I cleared my throat - it isn't frogs you get in your throat; it's memories.

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it's such a drag when you're livin' in the past

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.