Quotes About Nostalgia

It's just odd being a guest at the wedding. When you dreamed about it for so long, even if you we're a different person, and it was years ago. Sounds so stupid. I was stupid.

'The Christmas Song ' by Nat King Cole, is not only a masterful performance to me it just sounds like the holidays. I've never sung it, because Nat's version is so perfect. I gotta leave it alone.

I used to go to Bourbon Street when I was a kid and there would be club after club after club of people who were around when the music started. I mean these are legendary, maybe not so well known, but legendary musicians.

It's a long way to Tipperary, it's a long way to go;It's a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know!Goodbye, Piccadilly, farewell, Leicester Square,It's a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart's right there!

I can remember much forgetfulness.

There are no stars tonight but those of memory.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

When time passes, memories seem to grow weathered, and even hardships can seem like happy times.

every beautiful and strange event made more poignant for having been photographed.

The past is nothing and we are in love with it.

I wuff aunt Newwy's chippen!

Why is it that happiness remembered feels like despair?

The King smoothed the blanket on Thackeray's back. He opened his mouth, and shut it. Then he opened it again, and after a moment, said, "You used to call me Papa, do you remember that?" The question took Azalea back. "No," she said.

She wanted to give him toast. The sort that had melted butter and a bit of honey spread on top. It was a stupid thought, but there was something comforting about toast.

Once again, Azalea stood in the midst of girls, the familiar chin wobbles and wet cheeks overcoming them. Jessamine curled up on the floor, her lacy pantelettes poking up in black ruffles, and began to wail in a tiny crystalline voice. "I have a watch." Azalea started, remembering Lord Bradford.

Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?

The past is reduced to a slide show. The future is a YouTube video that won't load.

The future turned out to be just as incredible as I imagined it would be when I was little. But these days, I just want to slow down. I want to pull the shutters closed and block out the world. I want to spend hours gluing things together. I want to fill my house with tiny bits of collected junk. The more I have, the more I realize that all that matters is

Sometimes you don't know you'll miss a place until you're gone.

When I look in the mirror I see the girl I was when I was growing up, with braces, crooked teeth, a baby face and a skinny body.

The way that I miss you is like heavy rain drenching every inch of my body, and when I am dry again and forget you I miss missing you, until tears fill my eyes and I blink too fast to remember you until your face flashes before my eyes.