Gayle Forman Quotes

Every man who has lived for fifty years has buried a whole world or even two; he has grown used to its disappearance and accustomed to the new scenery of another act: but suddenly the names and faces of a time long dead appear more and more often on his way, calling up series of shades and pictures kept somewhere, "just in case," in the endless catacombs of the memory, making him smile or sigh, and sometimes almost weep.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can't be found.

When all else is lost and gone forever, there is yearning. Only desire trumps time.

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.

If I could still play, I would be trying. It's been 15 years.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts.

An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I'll get you back someday.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.