William E. Vaughan Quotes

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

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.

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

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.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.

I move slowly, and I used to move fast. I miss that.

I only felt a cold wind blow while I tried to hang on to the past.

This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

In betting on races, there are two elements that are never lacking - hope as hope, and an incomplete recollection of the past.

Don't think about what you've left behind.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems, It would be easier sometimes to change the past.

We can never go back.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

The past is a bucket of ashes

One may return to the place of his birth, He cannot go back to his youth.

Your life is what you remember. I mean, some things I wish I still had. But it doesn't matter.

Once upon a time, this moment - this last light of the evening the day before the race - was the best moment of the year for me. The anticipation of the game to come. But that was when all I had to lose was my life.

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.