D. H. Lawrence Quotes

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

Reminiscences make one feel so deliciously aged and sad.

Sometimes I feel sad, but this is not nostalgia, because I don't want time to come back.

Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad.

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

What happiness is there in just the memory of happiness?

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

I used to suffer from a lot of regret while touring. Regret at having to leave certain places, people and situations, or just a beautiful day.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

Most of the songs I sing, they have that blue feeling to it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about.

I'm really going to miss me.

It takes a level of creative depression to hear 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' and weep.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.