Arna Bontemps Quotes

It's so easy to get caught up in this weird life. This isn't normal and I'm not singing for people that live my life. I'm singing to the life I used to have. The life I want to have again.

I always say I was born too late in the world, too old.

We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.

What I want back is what I was.

And I remember going to the record studio and there was a park across the street and I'd see all the children playing and I would cry because it would make me sad that I would have to work instead.

There are times when you want to go where you used to go and you can't go there.

I think the premise of somebody trying to recreate a night from their teenage years stuck with me as something potentially very tragically comic.

I should never have left Italy and Juve.

I've got to confess... I do feel slightly like I've been born in the wrong time.

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?

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

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

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

There are many things that I feel I have missed out on.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

I would like to have seen my sons growing up.

No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.

Sometimes a week might go by when I don't think about that game, but I don't remember when it happened last.

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

I exist only in the past.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.