Enya (1961) Irish singer, songwriter, and musician
"The Bright Days of My Youth" (original Irish Gaelic title "Na Laetha Geal M'óige")
Song lyrics, Watermark (1988)
O che gentile
Scongiuro hà ritrovato questo sciocco
Di rammentarmi la mia giovanezza,
Il ben passato, e la presente noia.
Act II, scene ii.
Aminta (1573)
Enya (1961) Irish singer, songwriter, and musician
"The Bright Days of My Youth" (original Irish Gaelic title "Na Laetha Geal M'óige")
Song lyrics, Watermark (1988)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) British poet laureate
Ode to Memory (1830)
Context: Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present; oh, haste,
Visit my low desire!
Strengthen me, enlighten me!
I faint in this obscurity,
Thou dewy dawn of memory.
“Pleasure is always in the past or in the future, never in the present.”
Giacomo Leopardi book Zibaldone
Il piacere è sempre o passato o futuro, non mai presente.
29th September 1823, Festival of Saint Michael the Archangel.
Zibaldone (1898)
“Whenever we go into a pulp town I breathe deep and it reminds me of a positive time in my youth.”
John Horgan (1959) 36th Premier of British Columbia
https://www.bcndp.ca/about-john
“Simpletons talk of the past, wise men of the present, and fools of the future.”
Napoleon I of France (1769–1821) French general, First Consul and later Emperor of the French
Napoleon : In His Own Words (1916)
“Oh! world of sweet phantoms, how precious thou art!
The past is perpetual youth to the heart.”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
“Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.”
W. Somerset Maugham book The Summing Up
Source: The Summing Up (1938), p. 290
Mikhail Lermontov (1814–1841) Russian writer, poet and painter
"No, it is not you I love so ardently..." (1841)
Poems
Giraut de Bornelh (1138–1220) French writer
Bel dous companh, tan sui en ric sojorn
Qu'eu no volgra mais fos l'alba ni jorn,
Car la gensor que anc nasques de maire
Tenc et abras, per qu'eu non prezi gaire
Lo fol gilos ni l'alba.
"Reis glorios", line 31; translation from Peter Dronke The Medieval Lyric (1996) p. 176.