Charles Olson Quotes

I feel it was just a few years ago I was running around in short pants.

Heavens, Mary, of course we'll laugh again. It's just that we'll never be young again.

You can't be 16 forever.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

When I went to Munich, I was perhaps a little too young.

What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.

When you were a kid, a day was a long time and a year was a long time.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

I was 13 and at summer camp when I had my first kiss.

I realise I'm still a child, though I do feel older.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

When I was a kid, I thought it was tough.

I just like being a kid. I enjoy it, I don't want to grow up.

I've never been more than 9 years old.

One of the reasons for me that there's no 'Spaced 3' is that I don't think you can pretend to be 26 for ever.

I suppose you always look back at how easier things were being young. There's always a shame that you're not as naive as you were.

I used to love getting older.

I feel like you're only young once.

It's so crazy to meet people you've known about since you were many feet shorter than you are now.

I feel like, when we are young, especially, while we are experiencing so many 'firsts,' when songs move us, we recall exactly where we were when we heard them.

Every man is obsessed by the memories of his own youth.

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

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.

There is nothing fine about being a child: it is fine, when we are old, to look back to when we were children.

Every man who has lived for fifty years has buried a whole world or even two; he has grown used to its disappearance and accustomed to the new scenery of another act: but suddenly the names and faces of a time long dead appear more and more often on his way, calling up series of shades and pictures kept somewhere, "just in case," in the endless catacombs of the memory, making him smile or sigh, and sometimes almost weep.