Ray Winstone Quotes

Events have moved on, yet some people still keep talking about the past.

Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother’s cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.

I think the world has moved on.

If you live like it’s the past and you behave like it’s the past, then guys from the future find it very hard to see you.

I think it's necessary to keep moving forward. I've always said that nostalgia is death, really for anyone creative.

Life is strange. You keep moving and keep growing. Before you know it, you look back and think, "What was that?"

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

I think some people are just very passionate that things remain the way they were when they were kids.

The whole nostalgia thing, and just sticking with what you always liked and what you know and not taking a chance on something or expanding. I think especially after a certain age.

Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been.

People who think about the past have no future.

The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly begun.

I think you'd best make your peace with the past since you've come this far. I think you know by now that you won't go back again.

You may say that I am just another outdated old man complaining about progress and the changes of time. But, you see, I have well considered that possibility myself, and am prepared o submit to correction by anybody who cares about a community, who can show me how the world is improved by that community's dying.

I don't think about my old stuff. I just move forward.

I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

It's funny, when you're a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.

No, I don’t live in heartache. I don’t cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

Leaving high school. It's sad and you're going to miss all your friends. You're going to miss your life and you've been doing that for the past four years, and it's comfortable. But now, there's something possibly bigger on the horizon, just new and fresh and exciting. I think we all kind of felt like that.

It's just people who grew up in that time are suddenly old enough to be creators themselves, but I think they have a little perspective. I'm 40 now, and I have children of my own. Before I forget my own childhood completely, I want to take some time to take a look at the '80s and think back.

There ain't no future in the past.

Oh, give me back the good old days of fifty years ago,“ has been the cry ever since Adam's fifty-first birthday.

Some things are hard to let go of.