Oscar Wilde Quotes

We can't get our youth back.

It is a pity that, as one gradually gains experience, one loses one's youth.

It would be sad if my best work had been 20 years ago and now I only had memories.

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

Sorrow ages you prematurely. When you're in emotional debt, you're pessimistic about the future and, even in your green years, long to return to the past to remedy the shortfalls of love and opportunity you suffered.

I just don't want to die without a few scars.

Age is inevitable. Aging isn't.

Having a collection of regrets when you hit your 40s is part of the deal.

Some things you can never get back.

I absolutely hate getting older and it's not because of the way it makes you look. It's because I have this sense of so much still left to do and to see. It's my fear of missing out on the future that really gets to me.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

I just turned 27 years old, and there are mornings where my knees and ankles really hurt. I hurt all over. I would hate to be me when I'm 35 years old. I'll be a basket case, but I will have a lot of memories.

By the time a man notices that he is no longer young, his youth has long since left him.

The scene I had just witnessed (a couple making love in the ocean) brought back a lot of memories – not of things I had done but of things I had failed to do, wasted hours and frustrated moments and opportunities forever lost because time had eaten so much of my life and I would never get it back. I envied Yeoman and felt sorry for myself at the same time, because I had seen him in a moment that made all my happiness seem dull.

Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

It's horrible getting older. I mean, it's wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it's horrible losing your looks.

No matter what you do next, the world needs your energy, your passion, your impatience for progress. Don't shrink from risk. And tune out those critics and cynics. History rarely yields to one person, but think, and never forget, what happens when it does. That can be you. That should be you. That must be you.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.

In vain do we seek tranquility in the desert; temptations are always with us; our passions, represented by the demons, never let us alone: those monsters created by the heart, those illusions produced by the mind, those vain specters that are our errors and our lies always appear before us to seduce us; they attack us even in our fasting or our mortifications, in other words, in our very strength.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.