George M. Church Quotes

I exist only in the past.

I dwell in the past.

I've got to confess... I do feel slightly like I've been born in the wrong time.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

I think people live in the past and tend to look that way, because they drop off when they're happiest and most successful.

They spend their time looking forward to the past.

In my case, I write in the past because I'm not really part of the present. I have nothing valid to say about anything current, though I have something to say about what existed then.

It's always refreshing to step into another time.

I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.

I always say I was born too late in the world, too old.

We started putting '2000' at the end of our name. That was in 1985, and 2000 seemed very futuristic.

I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

I'd been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.

Everything I loved had been dead for two centuries - or, as in the case of Graeco-Roman classicism, for two milenniums. I am never a part of anything around me - in everything I am an outsider. Should I find it possible to crawl backward through the Halls of Time to that age which is nearest my own fancy, I should doubtless be bawled out of the coffee-houses for heresy in religion, or else lampooned by John Dennis till I found refuge in the deep, silent Thames, that covers many another unfortunate.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

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.

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.

It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.

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.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.

It's the same thing that happens when I turn off a really good movie - one that I've lost myself to - which is that I'll be thrown back to my own reality and something hollow will settle in my chest. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie all over again just to recapture that feeling of being inside something real. Which, I know, doesn't make any sense.

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

It was a strange combination to absorb - the everyday concerns of the town doctor stuck in the middle of a discussion of his early days in seventeenth-century London.