Demian Bichir Quotes

It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.

It always makes me sad when someone comments on how much they love my work- from 15 years ago! I don't want to be just another old school guy that fell off.

We can't get our youth back.

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

I was very much on the mathematical side, where you probably do your best work before you're forty-five. Having passed that significant date, I thought I would do something else.

It is better to be a has-been than a never-was.

The deepest personal defeat suffered by human beings is constituted by the difference between what one was capable of becoming and what one has in fact become.

I've been around the track a lot. I've had the best of the years, and I don't want a single year back.

I find myself thinking more about the past as I get older... maybe because there's just more of it to think about. At the same time, I'm less haunted by it than I was as a younger person. I guess that's probably the ideal: to reach a point where you have access to all of your memories, but you don't feel victimized by them.

I believe that a dream un-followed turns into all kinds of bad things in the lives of those who don't pursue them.

It's sad that some people who have one exciting moment spend the rest of their lives rehashing it.

Fifty is the new forty. I always thought my best work would come in the years forty to sixty, if I was fortunate enough to hang around - and it is hard to stick around.

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.'

House of Fools,' that was the first thing I was sad that we couldn't do any more.

I don't want to be one of those could have, would have, should have kind of guys.

Most older people don't talk about the past so they won't have to admit that their life ran on the wrong rail.

Free - I miss that band, but when I look back, we were very young.

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was. And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret; But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late. No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

When your memories exceed your dreams, the end is near.

There were things in my past which I have not liked. But all the things of which I was proud will remain.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

I think of all the choices I never knew. And those I let be made for me - to please, from fear, for love. Where did they disappear to, those choices that I never made? They are all part of who I am. They are the legacy I leave behind, they are the finished portrait of myself I cannot change.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.