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Movies are movies: they take you back in time, and how it still is for some.
- Tina Turner
Growing up in rural Ohio, I knew my way around a double-wide pretty well.
- Ernest Cline
The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.
- Oscar Wilde
We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
- Oscar Wilde
I have forgotten all about my school days. I have a vague impression that they were detestable.
- Oscar Wilde
Build traditions of family vacations and trips and outings. These memories will never be forgotten by your children.
- Ezra Taft Benson
Here's looking at you kid.
- Casablanca
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
- CS Lewis
There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.
- Henry Ford
The survivors of the old life come to pay their respects. The neighbors, old and young, come. People who have moved away, maybe a long time ago, come back. You see people you knew when you were young and now don't recognize, people who may never come back again, people you may never see again. We feel the old fabric torn, pulling apart, and we know how much we have loved each other.
- Wendell Berry
Now, surely, I am getting old, for my memory of myself as a young man seems now to be complete, as a story told. The young man leaps, and lands on an old man's legs.
- Wendell Berry
and the very old men--some in their brushed Confederate uniforms--on the porch and the lawn, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, divided from them now by the narrow bottleneck of the most recent decade of years.
- William Faulkner