Tana French Quotes

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

To gain anything we have longed for is only to discover how vain and empty it is; and even though we are always living in expectation of better things, at the same time we often repent and long to have the past back again.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

One may return to the place of his birth, He cannot go back to his youth.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

When I waked, I cried to dream again

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

I'm quite disappointed that I'll never relive my teenage years.

I'm never gonna play again, and I know I'm really, really going to miss it.

I wish I had never left England

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery