Barry Humphries Quotes

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

I'm quite nostalgic. I like looking back over the papers and watching videos.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward.

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

The past is never where you think you left it.

The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-.

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

Call us the future from your past.

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

You've got to always go back in time if you want to move forward.

No graduation speaker will ever tell you that the future is anything but uncertain. It never is. But graduations need not only be obsessed with looking ahead; a graduation can be a day on which we turn back and trace our steps to see how we ended up where we are.

Thank God for the potholes on memory lane.

I just find that there's something about looking back on interviews, whether for purposes of remembering what I said about something or if it's for posterity when I'm 75.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

I love that moment of, 'Remember when?' I love to waft.

Nostalgia is not a place to live.

We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

We all have appointments with the past.

Raking over the past and sifting its dust is an occupation for the idle or the elderly retired.

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.

The past is a curious thing. It's with you all the time. I suppose an hour never passes without your thinking of things that happened ten or twenty years ago, and yet most of the time it's got no reality, it's just a set of facts that you've learned, like a lot of stuff in a history book. Then some chance sight or sound or smell, especially smell, sets you going, and the past doesn't merely come back to you, you're actually IN the past. It was like that at this moment.

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