Marguerite Gardiner Quotes

This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.

If you travel in time and space, most of the people you know and love will eventually be gone. But you'll also be able to go and find them again.

In the sense that writing is to retrieve the past and stop the passing of time, all writing is about loss. It's not nostalgia in the sense of yearning to bring back the past, but recognition of the erosion of things as you live.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

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

For me, the card catalog has been a companion all my working life. To leave it is like leaving the house one was brought up in.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

St. Louis still is going to be a special place for me, whether I'm playing 3,000 miles away or 5,000 miles away.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

We are tomorrow's past.

The past is a country from which we have all emigrated

An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.

Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart.

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

It is all falling indelibly into the past.

With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.

Time is never time at all. You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth. And our lives are forever changed. We will never be the same. The more you change, the less you feel.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.

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