Robert Redford Quotes

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

The past is a country from which we have all emigrated

You can't go home again

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

It was painful, but sometimes you must have these painful moments where you tear yourself away from something that isn't working.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

If I could undo what's been done, But I guess everyone is living, With water and bridges.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.

Don't think about what you've left behind.

The art of longing's over, and it's never coming back.

Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.

Don't think about what you've left behind. If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.

No, I don’t live in heartache. I don’t cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed.

If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land