Ogden Nash Quotes

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

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

Having lost our present and our future, we had of necessity to bend all our endeavors to the past, which no one could take from us if only we were vigilant enough.

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

Every moment is memorable to me.

The older you get, the more you live with ghosts.

When my life is throughAnd the angels ask me to recallThe thrill of them allThen I shall tell themI remember you

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

Yeah, a memory's never finished, if you really think about it.

As ephemeral as our footprints were in the sand along the river, so also were those moments of childhood caught in the photographs. And so will be our family itself, our marriage, the children who enriched it and the love that has carried us through so much. All this will be gone. What we hope will remain are these pictures, telling our brief story.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

As you get older, the days have gone, and the years have gone, and it's 'whoosh!'

I'm a lot older than I was when I was 30, which is kind of hard to believe.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

I was born in 1949 - which seems like a long time ago... Actually, it is a long time ago, when I think about it.