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Eulogies are like babies. Theyre more pleasurable to create than to deliver. – Bob Blazich

O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet,
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,–
Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past–
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove–
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron

The good old times — all times when old are good. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. – Callimachus

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it – e. e. (Edward Estlin) cummings

Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne

But fame is theirs – and future days
On pillard brass shall tell their praise;
Shall tell – when cold neglect is dead –
These for their country fought and bled. – Philip Freneau

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. – A.E. Housman

People have this obsession. They want you to be like you were in 1969. They want you to, because otherwise their youth goes with you. Its very selfish, but its understandable. – Mick Jagger

Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories… but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu. – Florence King

Ah tell me not that memory sheds gladness over the past; what is recalled by faded flowers save that they did not last? – Letitia Elizabeth Landon

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I dont like nostalgia unless its mine. – Lou Reed

Remembrance of things past. – William Shakespeare