Emma Forrest Quotes

The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I'm Krazy-Glue'ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.

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

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of... Well, the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory days - yeah, they'll pass you by, Glory days - in the wink of a young girl's eye.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

Try to hold on to youth and it mocks you while it sprints away.

Middle age is the way you would feel about summer if you knew there would never be another spring.

Drink up, boys, drink up and don’t worry, if we finish this bottle we’ll go down and buy another one. Of course, it won’t be the same as the one we’ve got now, but it’ll still be better than nothing. Ah, what a shame they don’t make Los Suicidas mezcal anymore, what a shame that time pases, don’t you think? what a shame that we die, and get old, and everything good goes galloping away from us.

Before i knew the best part of my life had come ,it had gone.

Maybe it's just getting older, but I don't want to miss things.

You can't be 20 on Sugar Mountain.

I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.

We can't get our youth back.

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

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

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

Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.

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

Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.

One of the shocks of a 50th birthday is realizing the fundamental fact that your youth is irrevocably over.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

I used to love getting older.