John Steinbeck Quotes

I'm quite disappointed that I'll never relive my teenage years.

I wish you could see a new Cro Cop, 15 years younger. I wish it was possible.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had had and lost.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

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

Our show is about starting over.

I wish we'd never got divorced. He and I both wish we'd never got divorced, but we did. I wish I could go back and be the bride again, but I can't.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

There was concern whether SCI FI would want the show back with all the recent changes. But now, the changes have made it feel fresh, like starting over.

If I've learned one thing in life, it's you can never go back.

There's no sustenance in the past.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I feel like in a way I'm starting over, with everything.

Every season, for me, it's like starting from scratch again.

I used to love the '20s.

This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

It is a good thing to start fresh.

Should I get back to playing like the 18-year-old Mario Gotze again? I will never be the old Mario Gotze again.

Young fighters dream of the future. Old fighters seek to recapture the past.

I think I always have to feel fresh start, because I am getting old!

My brother and I have a profound nostalgia for our youth, and I think people need to come to terms with things leaving and being gone.

I only felt a cold wind blow while I tried to hang on to the past.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more

Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.