Jack Kerouac Quotes

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.

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

When you are alone and too tired even to turn on any of your devices, you let yourself linger in a past stacked among your pillows.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

She said a good day ain't got no rain She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed And I think of things that might have been

I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.

I honestly wear myself out walking around, fixing this and fixing that. Maybe that's why I like to work so much - so I can just get to that moment where I'm like, "Whoa." I have to be super tired and knocked out to stop!

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all... too well...

It all went by so fast, didn't it? I wish I could do it all over again, I really do.

Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong.

We all look for lost time.

And I've been walking 'round with memories way too long.

I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you're walking down the street. Something occurs to you, 'Oh, no, I said that.'

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

I'm not the sort to wallow in nostalgia about the good old days.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.