Don Larsen Quotes

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

I'm afraid that the passage of time is mostly lost on me. If you were to open up my head you would see that I'm still brooding about statements, songs and issues from the third grade. The years between 1980 and today went by very, very quickly.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

I love nostalgia.

I don't really remember a lot of my childhood.

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

He who forgets will be destined to remember.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you're gone and there's no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It's all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.

The past has an undeniable grip on everyone, except, perhaps, amnesiacs.

For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.

Mexico is only a memory of childhood safety.

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

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

The things we remember best are those better forgotten.

It's hard to watch something you've done many years ago.

Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?

Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.

I exist only in the past.