Christian Lacroix Quotes

In a funny way, I like the past, I'm a very nostalgic person.

We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.

You can't live in the past, and I don't. I'm not nostalgic about my own work, at all.

The future always looks good in the golden land, because no one remembers the past.

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

When I look back at my past and the way I grew up, I grew up on communes. That was meant to be.

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

It says, I think, that at root that we're children, or we'd like to be. And the best of us each keep as much of that childhood with us as we grow into adulthood, as we can muster... And even after we're past the point of being able to play the game with any skill, if we love it, then it's like Peter Pan - we remain boys forever, we don't die.

If you try to live that which is past, that which IS will bypass you.

Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.

The past is not clinging to you; YOU are clinging to the past. Once you are not clinging, the past simply EVAPORATES!

I love history. It was the only thing I did well at in school. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was not a good student but I was great at history.

I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it's a sad one.

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .

I used to think that I wouldn't change anything from my past, because doing so would inevitably affect who I am now. But considering my current state, I'm thinking it might not be a bad idea to go back in time to fix things.

Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother’s bureau. I wasn’t just the madwoman in the attic — I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

I'm nostalgic and I do think about a "what if."

Live in the past, but don't remember too much.

If only a man could spit his past out so easily.

in Italy, almost at every step, history and poetry add to the graces of nature, sweeten the memory of the past, and seem to preserve it in eternal youth.