Tim Allen Quotes

I carry a disposable camera. It takes me back to my childhood, when you had to develop your film and wait to see what pictures you got.

It's always refreshing to step into another time.

Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.

There wasn't so many ISSUES like there are today. It was a simpler time.

I feel it was just a few years ago I was running around in short pants.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

A lot of things you see as a child remain with you... you spend a lot of your life trying to recapture the experience.

I think people imagine going back to a time when they knew who they were and they knew what the circumstances were - if you screwed up it was your fault.

We all pine for a time in life when things were simpler. Even when they weren't necessarily simpler, hindsight makes them look a lot simpler. The reality of it was that it wasn't.

I think we all miss our childhood.

I would have liked the old days.

My brothers and I grew up in a time where talking, storytelling, telling jokes was sometimes all you had. It wasn't like today, with so many options and portability.

I remember as a kid seeing Pong in a pizza place where I grew up in Oxnard, California, and having my mind blown by it. I thought it was a TV. I thought it was just something playing on a television. But then to be able to manipulate the paddle, and the ball with the knob was, in those days, pretty huge to a little kid! It was a simpler time.

I know part of nostalgia is romanticising the past, but I love doing things in a slower way, and the glamour of bygone eras.

We had a black and white telly in the corner of the room that had three channels. There was nothing to keep you around the house. It was a different time.

And we didn't have cell phones. If you made plans to meet someone in a snow storm, and they didn't show up, you just had to assume they were devoured by wolves and go on with your life.

Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

We go through life so fast and we never really get to enjoy moments. It seems like they go past us...Tonight I just wanted to take a minute, a moment and soak it in and be a kid from Robbins Illinois and be a kid from Marquette University.

I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.

I think it's important for people to realize that we were all young, all naive, and also we had lived in a time that had magic.