Quotes About Nostalgia

I'm a huge fan of the first 'Independence Day.' It is amazing. When it came out in 1995, just how explosive and big it was... I loved it.

the inlet our friend looks as he did when we first knew him, and until I wake I believe I will die of grief, for I know that this boy grew into a man who was a faithful friend who died.

And yet in Port William, as everywhere else, it was already the second decade of the twentieth century. And in some of the people of the town and the community surrounding it, one of the characteristic diseases of the twentieth century was making its way: the suspicion that they would be greatly improved if they were someplace else.

Grandmam came back from that distance in time that separates grandmothers from their grandchildren and made herself a mother to me.

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation./He went flying down the river in his boat/with his video camera to his eye, making/a moving picture of the moving river/...[At the end of his vacation,]/With a flick of the switch, there it would be./But he would not be in it. He would never be in it.

The survivors of the old life come to pay their respects. The neighbors, old and young, come. People who have moved away, maybe a long time ago, come back. You see people you knew when you were young and now don't recognize, people who may never come back again, people you may never see again. We feel the old fabric torn, pulling apart, and we know how much we have loved each other.

This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide under the pressure of collapsed time.

They were not going to live again in a time like that.

Of course, what I wasn't telling myself, and maybe was trying not to know (though I did know), was that at Squire's Landing, and Goforth too, things were already changed. The things I was remembering were gone from everywhere except my mind.

I had begun the half-a-life you have when you have a whole life that you can only remember

The thing about leaving something behind for the last time is that you rarely realize you're doing it.

but Lake Pepin might be best known to most of the world as the place where, more than a hundred and thirty years ago, a little kid picked up too many pebbles.

The little room was full of ordinary things that had already become precious, that I couldn't help but want to have again, to feel like whoever it was I used to be, whether it was my past or someone else's.

Maybe with good luck we'll find what eluded us in the places we once called home.

Disco will... never be over. Disco will always live in our minds and hearts. Something like this, that was this big and this important and this great, will never die.

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.

She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for him years later.

Voices of boys were by the river-side. Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

The sketch of the summer-house which she had given me on the morning of our farewell, and which had never been separated from me since, was the birthday of our first hope.

Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and what is not in my heart my pen won't write.

How much happier we should be,' she thought to herself sadly, 'if we never grew up!

He was, out of all sight (as I remember him), the nicest boy that ever spun a top or broke a window.

heard mother speak of him. Father? Ah, dear!