Quotes About Nostalgia

the words carved above the cathedral of my childhood

Its getting chilly out but I still put flowers on Algernons grave.

can't imagine when she wanted to evoke some positive, pleasant memory of her past, as if there were no point in trying to use more concrete, more descriptive adjectives

One of the causes of our suffering comes from the presence, in the deepest part of ourselves, of a kind of nostalgia for unity that sometimes surfaces with great force not only during infancy and adolescence but also in adulthood.

Growing up happens in a heartbeat. Once day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house, like a lot of houses. A yard like a lot of other yards. On a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back... with wonder. -Kevin from the finale of the Wonder Years

He was a big fish, even then.

My father is on the roof. This is how I remember him sometimes. Well-dressed in a dark suit and shiny, slippery shoes, he is looking left, looking right, looking as far as his eyes will travel. Then, looking down, he sees me, and just as he begins to fall he smiles, and winks. All the way down he's looking at me–smiling, mysterious, mythic, an unknown quantity: my dad.

Build traditions of family vacations and trips and outings. These memories will never be forgotten by your children.

If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.

I miss my family, and I like being a tourist when I go back.

Everybody has their first love. I think it goes back to being in love with the idea of being in love. Everybody wants love, and your first love is special. You've never experienced anything like that. It's good to have a fond memory of it.

You always feel like your 18-year-old self in some sense. And that's what walking through New York on a June evening feels like – you feel like it's Friday, and you're 17 years old.

"Somebody asked me if I knew you. A million memories flash through my mind, but I just smiled and said I used to."

When I say I miss school, I mean my friends and the fun. Not the school.

It is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.

Here's looking at you kid.

You're the first boy I ever kissed, Jake, and I want you to be the last.

I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart.

I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.

Summertime, it was a song, it was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

Fall is my favorite my time of the year. I love it. I'll try and make it back to Vancouver a bunch. I love going back home for that. Everything turns orange. You start to get out of summer, start making your way into the winter, everyone is wearing jackets. Vancouver lights up in the fall, so I definitely go back there for a bit.

When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don't recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.

People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed.

I remember debating the finer points of flaky pastry with my chicken-pot-pie-obsessed American dad. I remember the divine mix of Thai food, TV dinners, and hearty, homemade goodness that have shaped this palate of mine to this day. I remember all this, but I still Google my husband's birthday. Thank God he's famous.