Sherman Alexie Quotes

I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.

I was weeping again, drunk on the impossible past.

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

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.

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

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

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

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

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

I'm very happy with my life and career, but I do find myself having serious attacks of nostalgia, and I don't quite know why. Even though I've got to travel the world and do amazing things, I still want to go back to my teenage years and change little aspects of it. It's strange, but it does continue to bug me.

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

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

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

Say goodbye to yesterday...those are the words I'll never say.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

I would trade all my tomorrow's for one single yesterday.