Mark Twain Quotes

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?

If it seems like I've been lost in 'lets remember', If it seems I'm gettin' older and missin' my younger days, well you shoulda known me much better, cause the past is something that never got in my way.

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

Nostalgia is not a place to live.

Nostalgia is very powerful.

He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you.

The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

One of the reasons why old people make so many journeys into the past is to satisfy themselves that it is still there.

And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

I was born in 1949 - which seems like a long time ago... Actually, it is a long time ago, when I think about it.

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.

It's amazing, it doesn't feel like it has been 10 years since retirement.

I'm 78. We've lost a lot of our great stars. I can't hang out with those who aren't here. The phone service to Heaven is so bad, you know. But I get to visit with their memories.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

That which resembles most living one's life over again, seems to be to recall all the circumstances of it; and, to render this remembrance more durable, to record them in writing.

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

I've always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for.

From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.