Colin Firth Quotes

I wish my school days could have dragged on a little longer, or that I could go back and do it later in life.

We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times were until I left, but I guess that's the way of it

Who does not recall school at least in part as endless dreary hours of boredom punctuated by moments of high anxiety?

Everybody remembers what it's like to be in high school. We really never leave those years behind.

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.

I'm indebted to the teachers who shaped me - from the Sisters of St. Joseph at St. Croix Catholic elementary to the monks of St. John's in Minnesota to my professors at Georgetown.

I love talking to my friends at uni and seeing what they are doing. They're just finishing their dissertations, and I kind of wish I could live their life for a second. I wish my school days could have dragged on a little longer, or that I could go back and do it later in life.

When I got a chance, I went back and shared those experiences that were important to me. George Washington High, the campus at San Francisco State, and even back to Emerson Elementary school and Roosevelt Junior High. I was happy to do it, to go back and see if all the same teachers were there.

I loved my experience in college.

I'm always pretty influenced by stuff from when we were younger.

Everybody looks back on what they studied and what they grew up with.

When I look back to my childhood, many concrete scenes come to my mind, good ones and bad ones.

The life I remember begins at Imperia, where I went to school, including the Ginnasio-Liceo 'De Amicis.'

High school is what kind of grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I'll take with me the rest of my life.

I look back on my schooldays with a warm glow of nostalgia.

My institute days were the most enriching days of my life.

I don't know what it is that I love so much about high school, but I'm attached. The empty hallways. The teachers. They made me feel so much.

They were some of the best years of my life, and I'm so thankful I was able to go to Stanford.

In high school, I had a teacher there who was really great to me and with whom I finally dared to admit I wanted to be a writer myself, and we did a project where I wrote terrible, 17-year-old fiction. But I remember a couple of the stories. I'd love it if I could read with pride something that I wrote that long ago, but it hasn't happened yet.

If we think back through our own lives, the subjects that you liked best in school almost certainly were taught by the teachers you liked best. And the teacher you liked best was the teacher who cared about the subject she taught.

I only went to school up until the beginning of tenth grade and I think that's when my style was developing.

While parents possess the original key to their offspring's experience, teachers have a spare key. They, too, can open or close the minds and hearts of children.

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.' I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good.

If there is any realm where distinction is especially difficult, it is the realm of childhood memories, the realm of beloved images harbored in memory since childhood. These memories which live by the image and in virtue of the image become, at certain times of our lives and particularly during the quiet age, the origin and matter of a complex reverie: the memory dreams, and reverie remembers.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.