Stephen Hendry Quotes

Let's face it, I'm a has-been.

The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.

I had many decades of me time and now I just don't have that anymore. There are days when I rail against it.

Sometimes I miss coaching, but often things are not how they appear in football.

The best years are behind me.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

Sometimes I wake up, I feel like, I'm like 80-years-old.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

Occasionally, I hanker for the time when I sold more records, but I don't sit and drool about it. When I do look at early footage of Talking Heads, I realise I was just a wreck.

Things ain't what they used to be and never were.

It would be sad if my best work had been 20 years ago and now I only had memories.

I believe that I am past my prime. I had reckoned on my prime lasting till I was at least fifty.

The older I get the better I used to be!

I was in a bar and I said to a friend, 'You know, we've become those 40-year-old guys we used to look at and say, 'Isn't it sad?'

I'm not someone like Norma Desmond who's harking back to her younger days.

I was the future once.

My best year was probably 1948, and after that, it's been downhill for me.

People are like, 'Nothing you've done is as good as you did when you were younger.' And I'm like, 'You may be right.'

Should I get back to playing like the 18-year-old Mario Gotze again? I will never be the old Mario Gotze again.

I guess when we get older, we try so hard to get our game back. Sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn't.

I'm sure there's a long list of one-time all-stars, and I don't want to be on it.

I'm an aging show pony and they trot me out here and there.

You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?" What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.