Harry Chapin Quotes

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

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

You, yesterday, did the usual things, just as any day, You don't know if it's worth remembering. You would prefer to remember, there lying in the half-darkness of the bedroom, not what has happened already but what is going to happen. In your half-darkness your eyes would prefer to look ahead, not behind, and they do not know how to foresee the past.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

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

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

...You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

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

I dream that I have found us both again, With spring so many strangers' lives away, And we, so free, Out walking by the sea, With someone else's paper words to say.... They took us at the gates of green return, Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why- Do children meet again? Does any trace remain, Along the superhighways of July?

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

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

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

We all look for lost time.

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.'

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

The moon I see now is the same moon I saw before. Except that before, when I looked at it, it was in anticipation of what it would be like when I got there. That's behind me now.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

There's no sustenance in the past.

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

I find myself thinking more about the past as I get older... maybe because there's just more of it to think about. At the same time, I'm less haunted by it than I was as a younger person. I guess that's probably the ideal: to reach a point where you have access to all of your memories, but you don't feel victimized by them.

The dearest days in one's life are those that seem very far and very near at once.