Natasha Lyonne Quotes

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

Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

The older you get, the more you find yourself looking for things you used to see and liked when you were younger.

I remember way back when I was young, 10 years ago.

I suppose you always look back at how easier things were being young. There's always a shame that you're not as naive as you were.

I remember when I was younger I used to sing that Beatles song, 'When I'm 64', and think that's light years away for me - I was 18 when it came out. Now here I am.

Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!

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

The world isn't going backward, if you can just stay young enough to remember what it was really like when you were really young.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

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.

Me? I'm going to grow backwards and be a kid again.

Where children are, there is the golden age.

I was always too mature for my age - and not very happy. I had no young friends. I wish I could go back to those days. If I could only live it all again, how I would play and enjoy other girls. What a fool I was.

I just like being a kid. I enjoy it, I don't want to grow up.

Heavens, Mary, of course we'll laugh again. It's just that we'll never be young again.

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

It is well known that the older a man grows, the faster he could run as a boy.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me ‘Baby,’ and it didn't occur to me to mind.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.

Stay a child while you can be a child.