F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

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

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

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.

I am not nostalgic for the past.

Music makes time fall away like almost nothing else. You hear a song from another moment of your life, and it really is like you're still there.

God, I wish you could have been there.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

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

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")

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.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

All these years I've had a story in my mind, the story about us that never really existed. And because of that story, I've kept you framed up on the wall in a little box of nostalgic moonlight.

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

We can never go back.

History is a state of yearning. I yearn for Kay Lake throughout this entire thing. There's an essay I've written where I talked about living in the past. There's a whole motif in the book of then and now. And I lived there.

Wish I could spin my world into reverse just to have you back again

Time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of glory days.

Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.

I would trade all my tomorrow's for one single yesterday.

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.