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Looking back17 quotes
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. — Charles Dickens · 1859They lived und laughed ant loved end left. — James Joyce · 1939Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house…like a lot of other houses; a yard like a lot of other yards; on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is…after all these years, I still look back…with wonder. — Narrator (Adult Kevin Arnold) · 1993The world was ours. We could do everything or nothing. All it had to be was anything 'cause it was always us. — Tinkerbell · 1991Should I live for centuries, the sweet period of my youth would not be reborn, nor effaced from my memory. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau · 1761Things without all remedy Should be without regard. What’s done is done. — William Shakespeare · 1616All 17 quotes →
The past3 quotes
Things without all remedy Should be without regard. What’s done is done. — William Shakespeare · 1616Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. — Satchel Paige · 1953Look back, and smile at perils past! — Sir Walter Scott · 1813
Youth3 quotes
Should I live for centuries, the sweet period of my youth would not be reborn, nor effaced from my memory. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau · 1761I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more—the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires—and expires, too soon, too soon—before life itself. — Joseph Conrad · 1898All I'm saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life, remind me to kill myself. — Randall 'Pink' Floyd · 1993
Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. — Satchel Paige · 1953Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again. — Tom · 2009
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house…like a lot of other houses; a yard like a lot of other yards; on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is…after all these years, I still look back…with wonder. — Narrator (Adult Kevin Arnold) · 1993Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847
All I'm saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life, remind me to kill myself. — Randall 'Pink' Floyd · 1993
Do you ever do this, you think back on all the times you’ve had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again. — Tom · 2009
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847
Childhood1 quote
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house…like a lot of other houses; a yard like a lot of other yards; on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is…after all these years, I still look back…with wonder. — Narrator (Adult Kevin Arnold) · 1993
Growing up1 quote
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house…like a lot of other houses; a yard like a lot of other yards; on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is…after all these years, I still look back…with wonder. — Narrator (Adult Kevin Arnold) · 1993
All I'm saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life, remind me to kill myself. — Randall 'Pink' Floyd · 1993
O you who hear within these scattered verses The sound of sighs with which I fed my heart In my first errant youthful days when I In part was not the man I am today. — Petrarch · 1352
Things without all remedy Should be without regard. What’s done is done. — William Shakespeare · 1616
Life1 quote
They lived und laughed ant loved end left. — James Joyce · 1939
I know we're all pretty small in the big scheme of things, and I suppose the most you can hope for is to make some kind of difference, but what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me? — Warren Schmidt · 2002
When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. — Marcus Aurelius · 2000
Melancholy1 quote
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. — Alfred Tennyson · 1847
When a man sees his end, he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. — Marcus Aurelius · 2000
Should I live for centuries, the sweet period of my youth would not be reborn, nor effaced from my memory. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau · 1761