Jenny Han Quotes

The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the first.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

The greatest hits in some weird way marks the end of something.

No graduation speaker will ever tell you that the future is anything but uncertain. It never is. But graduations need not only be obsessed with looking ahead; a graduation can be a day on which we turn back and trace our steps to see how we ended up where we are.

One feels that the past stays the way you left it, whereas the present is in constant movement; it's unstable all around you.

I feel like, when we are young, especially, while we are experiencing so many 'firsts,' when songs move us, we recall exactly where we were when we heard them.

Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." . . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.

It must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.

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.

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.

I feel some unwillingness to quit the remembrance of the past. With all the hope of the new I feel that we are leaving the old.

People forget years and remember moments.

If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best.

It was the last time she’d see the river from that window. The last time of anything has the poignancy of death itself. This that I see now, she thought, to see no more this way. Oh, the last time how clearly you see everything; as though a magnifying light had been turned on it. And you grieve because you hadn’t held it tighter when you had it every day.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

Odd that the future should be so difficult to bring into focus when the past, uninvited, offered itself up so easily for inspection.

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

Thats the beautiful thing about being human: Things change.

The summer ends and we wonder who we are And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree I passed the farms that made it Through the last days of the century And I knew that I was going to learn again Again, in this less hazy light I saw the fields beyond the fields The fields beyond the field

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

in the midst of war and crisis nothing is as clear or as certain as it appears in hindsight

Don't take anything for granted, because tomorrow is not promised to any of us.