Fiona Apple Quotes

Honestly, I didn't realize it - all of a sudden, I was 90. The years skipped by quickly. When it happened, I said, 'Where did the time go?'

It seems like time slips out of your hands. You wake up, and 2-3 years have passed.

When I'm 60, maybe, I'll look at my pile of papers and wonder, What really happened that year?

I don't remember what I did fifty years ago.

Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.

I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go.

You know you're getting older when - well, first off, when you read almost any story that begins 'You know you're getting older when.' But you also know it when you not only never heard of the musical guest on a given 'Saturday Night Live' but never heard of the host, either.

It's been 25 years now, and truthfully, time sometimes blurs the memory.

I don't know where 12 months has gone.

I can't even remember when the Seventies was.

Lately, I can't shake the feeling that I've been living a dream for the last 10 years or so; I can't account for most of my 20s, and I have to continually remind myself that certain people are dead now and many of my friends have children.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

At Kiel, as elsewhere, a day goes by somehow or other.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

Great Time makes all things dim.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.

Time just gets away from us.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.

And though I remember her name I cannot recall her face. All things pass.