Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

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

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

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

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

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

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.

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had, for the first involves knowledge and pleasure, the second only ignorance and pain.

Wish I could spin my world into reverse just to have you back again

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

Sir, sorrow is inherent in humanity. As you cannot judge two and two to be either five, or three, but certainly four, so, when comparing a worse present state with a better which is past, you cannot but feel sorrow. It is not cured by reason, but by the incursion of present objects, which bear out the past.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

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

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

People look to you to replace a part in their lives that they can't get back. You can't get the past back, you can't do it. We've all tried.

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

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