Ned Vizzini Quotes

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

The things about my childhood that I really loved the most, writing about those things was hard because I knew they would never happen again.

Drawn to childhood, the old man will seek it in a thousand different ways.

Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

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

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

I like things that make me feel seven again. I don't ever look down on people for the way they choose to have fun; it's just not necessarily the way I like to have fun.

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.

Being with a kid always takes you to being a kid somehow, and they really are showing me a childhood I might not have had in some way.

The times that were most fun seemed always to be followed by sadness now, because it was when life started to feel like it did when she was with us that we realized how utterly gone she was.

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

The older I get, the more I appreciate my childhood. It was paradise.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them.

I love kids. I was a kid myself, once.