Good Old Days Quotes

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, ‘It’s not the days that are old, it’s you that’s old.’ I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good.

We are always yapping about the ‘Good Old Days’ and how we look back and enjoy it, but I tell you there is a lot of hooey to it. There is a whole lot of all our past lives that wasn’t so hot.

When Photoshop came around, I thought I’d died and went to heaven. When I hear artists say, ‘Oh, the good old days’ or ‘I’m old school,’ I just want to puke. There’s no tool I won’t use.

I consider myself a remarkably unsentimental person. I don’t look back on the good old days.

We over-exaggerate yesterday. We either think it was better or worse than it was – you know, the good old days. We over-estimate tomorrow; we think we can do more than we can – always. And that’s why we put off everything till tomorrow.

Wow. When he started looking back on the war with Kronos as the good old days–that was sad.

Whatever happened to the good old days: you know, dirty attics, tuberculosis and general all-round suffering?

We grew up in the good old days before kids had these damn computers and actually played outside.

These days, right now, these are the good old days. I’ve always approached it that way. That’s why I’m still working. I’m not the guy who is ready to sit by the pool.

There are things that I am nostalgic about from the ‘good old days.’ I loved motion control cameras, actually. I love the way they sound. I used to do a lot of miniature work, and it’s still warranted, but it’s done less often, largely for budgetary, schedule, and flexibility reasons.

I got interested in the question of literacy because writers are always moaning about why more people don’t read books. They long for the good old days when people read serious novels.

Don’t focus on the good old days, look forward towards the good new days.

I don’t like conservatives. They always talk about the good old days. I’m black, we have no good old days.

I have to admit I do get a bit depressed at times and you know I think about the good old days when I was charging ahead.

The dream is over. I gotta get down to reality. The good old days is garbage.

Alas! those good old days are gone, when a murderer could wipe the stain from his name and soothe his trouble to sleep simply by getting out his blocks and mortar and building an addition to a church.

I wish they’d had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would’ve been straightened out.