Garth Nix Quotes

Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.

And here I am, instead of there. I'm sitting in this library, thousands of miles from my life, writing another letter I know I won't be able to send, no matter how hard I try and how much I want to. How did that boy making love behind that shed become this man writing this letter at this table?

I'm really going to miss me.

What I want back is what I was.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

I could not imagine that the future I was walking toward could compare in any way to the past that I was leaving behind.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

You can't really go back to where you came from. I don't think any of us can.

The moon I see now is the same moon I saw before. Except that before, when I looked at it, it was in anticipation of what it would be like when I got there. That's behind me now.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

When it sort of finally sets in that you're not going to be doing that anymore... it's disappointing.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

After 'Raymond,' there was this big feeling of, 'What do I do next?'

You create a world away from home and make new rooms for yourself. But when you arrive back home in your old rooms, the world you've made for yourself ceases to be real. Everything seems to crumble. Anyone who's been sent away to boarding school can understand that.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

When you don't do something anymore, all of a sudden everyone treasures it.

Going home is not necessarily a wonderful experience. It always comes with a sense of loss and makes you so conscious of the inexorable passage of time.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

I'm not even sure that I want to go back... The Zimbabwe that I really loved, the Zimbabwe that I grew up in, just isn't there anymore, and I'm not sure about the country that has replaced it.

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