Jeremy Irons Quotes

We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Remember the past - and await the future.

One of the reasons why old people make so many journeys into the past is to satisfy themselves that it is still there.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

The past does not only draw us back to the past. There are certain memories of the past that have strong steel springs and, when we who live in the present touch them, they are suddenly stretched taut and then they propel us into the future.

When we dwell on the past, we tend to want to live there. When we dream of the future, we want to go there. Our dreams are where God paints a picture of a life waiting to be created.

At night I dream about going to where I played when I was still young.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

Indy, I have lots of great memories from there, and probably the part of me that doesn't feel quite as longing for it is that there is still a chance that I could do it again. It's not gone.

The dearest days in one's life are those that seem very far and very near at once.

I only remember the future.

All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

Photographs open doors into the past, but they also alloq a look into the future

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

Strangely enough, this is the past that somebody in the future is longing to go back to.

Remembrance of things past.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

You can plant a dream.