Old Times Quotes

“There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!”
― Booth Tarkington, The Magnificent Ambersons

“These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself.
In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang; in the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and, if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed; in the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory; and in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.”
― T.H. White, The Sword in the Stone

“The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.”
― Andrew Miller, Pure

“It is a mind-wandering time
Remember the old times
when illusions were distinct
Remember the old times
when a friendly chat
was all we needed
to brighten up our hearts”
― Rixa White

“Before we complicated life with money, machines and missiles we did well with morals, manpower and meetings.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“These kids today. Back then, we couldn't afford photosynthesis. We had to build oxygen from scratch with an atom smasher.”
― Tim Hensley, Wally Gropius

“Mnóstwo zjawisk, które dziś określamy mianem syndromów, miało wtedy prostsze nazwy. Czasy były prostsze. To właśnie dlatego ludzie mówią o nich "stare, dobre czasy".”
― Zadie Smith, The Autograph Man

“Dedicandote estos versos, una pulsera vieja, con tu nombre al reverso.

I dedicate these verses, an old bracelet with your name on the back.”
― Internet

“This reminds me of old times,” he said, and his lashes lifted. As his gaze drifted over me, it was focused but all too brief, because he looked away, a muscle working along his jaw. “Kind of.”
A flush raced across my cheeks as I switched out the ball for a new one. He was right—this was like all the other times I’d cleaned him up. Well, when I was younger, I tried to clean him up, but had no idea what I was doing, but as we grew older, and he got into fights defending me or for some other reason, this was our routine.
Except I was pretty sure that when his gaze roamed over me just now, he’d checked out my breasts, and that was definitely something that hadn’t happened before.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Problem with Forever

“Back in my day, people met in the real world, not on their telephones.”
― Julianne MacLean, A Fire Sparkling

“In the old times when everything was more difficult people were more real!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“I wonder if we would ever switch back to old photo albums we got printed from photography shops. A Kodak KB10 camera with 36 photos worth of film roll, waiting for it to complete before sending the photos for developing.
Nothing was instant, it would sometimes take months to compete a film and weeks to get the prints.
The joy of seeing the photos, the disappointment to find a ruined image due to shaky hands.
Even after having lots of camera and GBs of memory cards will never bring the same feeling.”
― Crestless Wave

“We miss the old times where nature was neater, where people were gentler, where fruits tastier, words more trustable, hearts more real, and where people’s looks were more meaningful!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“To old times, May they never come again...' 'Old time past and better times to come!”
― John C. Wright, Count to a Trillion

“Penance, prayer, power none is capable of killing the past.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“When you read a book about old times, you realize that this book is more or less about our own time!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Photographs were such powerful magic. It was a gift from the God of Immortality. I felt like both my mom and dad were on either side of my shoulder as I flipped through the album. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like an orphan. For the first time, I felt the warmth and love of a complete family through the album.”
― Tshetrim Tharchen, A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars

“In old times, life moved at a gentler rhythm, whereas modern times seem to demand constant speed and instant gratification.”
― Susan Shrestha, The Undefined World

“[Old Doors]

While looking through photographs
I had taken over the years,
I realized
how much I love old doors.
I look for them
everywhere,
to photograph them,
to contemplate them.
I find myself imagining
that these doors have eyes,
and I wonder
what they have seen
from the outside,
what has passed before them,
who has crossed their thresholds,
and who has simply passed them by.
And I lose myself
in my wanderings,
imagining all that took place
behind them:
joy and sorrow,
wealth and poverty,
hypocrisy and gossip,
the dull and gloomy days
their inhabitants lived
while the doors stood closed.
I find myself studying
the designs of doors
from different eras,
in different places.
Some betray poor taste,
made only worse
by the passage of time.
And I imagine
how their owners once believed them
to be the height of beauty.
Others,
especially the oldest,
seem to grow more beautiful
with age,
as though beauty and ugliness
were never fixed at all.
Or is it a flaw
in the human eye,
unable to distinguish
true beauty from true ugliness
until it is too late?
Some doors are made of metal,
covered with rust,
like the corrosion
of human values
and principles.
Others are wooden,
and despite the holes,
the scars,
and the wounds
scattered across their surfaces,
they still evoke
warmth
and safety.
Some of these old doors
now open only
for tourists.
Some were abandoned
by those who were forced
to leave them behind
forever.
Others open
from time to time
to secret visitors
whom no one knows,
and we do not know
what takes place behind them
once they enter.
How many old doors
are bound
by rusted chains
and locks,
their people
and their keys
swallowed by time.
And how deeply
the old, beautiful doors grieve me,
the ones whose keys
we lost
through our carelessness
and our folly.

September 5, 2020”
― Louis Yako, سرطان في كل مكان [Cancer Everywhere]