Emily Giffin Quotes

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

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.

Nostalgia is not a place to live.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

Buddy , you might think that I've lost my mind. But mister, I'd pay twice to do it one more time.

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

Regrets are so far from reality.

I guess it's a sequel to our story From the journey 'tween heaven and hell With half the time thinking of what might have been and half thinkin' just as well. I guess only time will tell.

I think you can only be nostalgic for something you've lost.

. . .I really ought to have recognized it for what it was and, perhaps, to have stopped right there - for it was nostalgia, and what inspires nostalgia has been dead a long time

We all look for lost time.

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.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.

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

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

What's gone will never come back, but it exists when you think of it.

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.