Billy Corgan Quotes

I thoroughly object to getting old. If you could let me be 16 again, I'd give you everything I've got and everything I'll ever have.

A home is a place in time. And no place stays the same after you finally grow up and leave it. No place can ever change as much as the person who grows up there.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

I can never be the hero now. You have to be young and all that stuff. I used to be the hero.

You can't really go back to where you came from. I don't think any of us can.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

If I've learned one thing in life, it's you can never go back.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

If there's one thing I discovered since I came back from hiatus, it's that you can't go backwards.

You wake up one day and suddenly realize that your youth is behind you, even though you're still young at heart.

Let a man turn to his own childhood - no further - if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

I used to love getting older.

My brother and I have a profound nostalgia for our youth, and I think people need to come to terms with things leaving and being gone.

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.

It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

Try to hold on to youth and it mocks you while it sprints away.

We can never go back.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

Some grow young, some grow cold...

Like seeing a photograph of yourself as a child, encountering handwriting that you know was once yours but that now seems only dimly familiar can inspire a confrontation with the mystery of time.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

Britain is not the same anymore of course. It's never the same.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.