Taylor Swift Quotes

This moment will just be another story someday.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

I keep my scrapbooks in the car. When I come to a stoplight, I start looking through my past. Sometimes I wish the red lights were longer.

When I look back at the 1980s I pinch myself. Did I really do all that?

I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

The good old days are now.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

Whenever we're having a great time, we're already anticipating the day when we will remember this great time. Many of us live in that unreal area between the past, the present, and the future.

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

And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory.

In memory, you can access something from the past, anything that you've experienced that you remember - it's there. Now, you might have a memento of it in a photograph or in a film or a building or some clothes that you wore. There might be something that connects you to this memory. But all of us are just all caught in this time, whatever that is.

The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.

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?

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Yesterday is just a memory.

The past is one evil less and one memory more.

I still preserve those relics of past sufferings and experience, like pillars of witness set up in travelling through the valve of life, to mark particular occurrences. The footsteps are obliterated now; the face of the country may be changed; but the pillar is still there, to remind me how all things were when it was reared.

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

I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.