Quotes About Nostalgia

I can't believe it's been four years now, and from watching that pilot, we really all looked like babies. It's unbelievable just how far everything has come. I'm happier now than I've ever been on the show and in my life. I really owe so much of my happiness to 'Glee.'

I was going to click my heels and go home, where life would be, as it is anywhere, a little bit dull Knasas, a little bit great and terrible Oz. I just wanted to stand here for a minute, first, and fix in my memory the life I wasn't choosing, the way Rajiv looked at me before I told him I was leaving, the cottonwood snow. Nathan watched me, an uncertain look on his perfectly, terribly familiar face. "Are you ready?" he said

How they'd started out so much in love, and how things had slowly gone wrong, and how she'd tried, she'd tried, she'd tried. How whenever she resolved to leave Tommy, she'd succumb to sorrow and nostalgia, yes, but mostly she could just never resist her stupid, primal attraction to him, and one of those times they'd conceived Milo.

Memory is a great deceiver: it embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.

I'm not like Thomas Wolfe. I can go home again.

in a snap the world can fall down around you and leave you, for years and years, trying to get back to a place where once upon a time you were happy.

You have this scent" Hana said quietly, "I used to think it was your perfume. Joy, ne?" "I still wear that." "I know," Hana said, and Etsuko resisted the urge to sniff her own wrists. "It's not just the perfume, though, it's all the other creams and things that you wear, and it makes up this smell. I used to walk around department stores wondering what it was. The smell of mama." Book 3, p401

I think it is very important that films make people look at what they've forgotten.

I'm no prophet, but I'm guessing that comic books will always be strong. I don't think anything can really beat the pure fun and pleasure of holding a magazine in your hand, reading the story on paper, being able to roll it up and put it in your pocket, reread again later, show it to a friend, carry it with you, toss it on a shelf, collect them, have a lot of magazines lined up and read them again as a series. I think young people have always loved that. I think they always will.

My favorite movie star, far and away, was Errol Flynn. I thought that this guy was the greatest because he always played such heroic roles. He was either the sheriff of Dodge City, or he was Robin Hood, or he was Captain Blood. When I would leave the theater, I'd be about 10 years old I guess ... I would imagine I had a little crooked smile on my face the way Errol Flynn did, and an imaginary sword at my side. I'd be looking around for little girls that might be [attacked] by some bullies.

That's what everybody tells me. "I would've had a great comic-book collection, but my mother made me throw them away." But when I was growing up, my mother didn't care. As long as I was reading, she didn't care if my room was filled with comics. I could have saved everything. I was just too stupid to do it.

I remember my favorite nights were just getting drunk and walking around outside the East Village kicking over garbage cans. Just the night. Just that it would be night again. And you could go out, you know? It just seemed glorious. (Please Kill Me.)

With what tragic pathos do all men regard The child grown old whose heart cries!

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Walmart is, Jameson asserts cheekily but with sincere admiration, "the shape of a utopian future looming through the mist, which we must seize as an opportunity to exercise the utopian imagination more fully, rather than an occasion for moralizing judgments or regressive nostalgia.")

I miss being a kid. I got food, clothing, and shelter for free. Grownups only get that in jail.

She wanted this feeling of home to settle inside her until it gave her the sweetest of dreams.

A small part of the South not yet gone with the wind.

That was a great time, the summer of '71 - I can't remember it, but I'll never forget it!

People don't become better when they're dead; you just talk about them as if they are.

One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening–the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life–and can never find again.

The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

For Beatrice- When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

The last time I saw you, I was trying to throw thumbtacks into your cradle!