Quotes About Nostalgia

The reason I want to remember this is because I know we'll never be able to do it again.

We had some times, didn't we?' 'We did.' 'Never did build that Glass Castle.' 'No. But we had fun planning it.

We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa Claus myth and got nothing for Christmas but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, Dad said, you'll still have your stars.

We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa myth and got nothing for Christmas but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, Dad said, you'll still have your stars.

People say that when you return to the place where you grew up, it always seems smaller than you remember. ...but I don't know if it was because I had built it up in my memories or I had gotten bigger. Maybe both.

Sue scraped the meat into a bowl, mixed it with mayonnaise and Cheez Whiz, then crushed a handful of potato chips and added them. She spread the mixture onto two slices of Wonder bread, then rolled each slice into a cylinder and passed

Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten," Dad said, "you'll still have your stars.

El encierro tiene un olor desagradable. Al hedor de los malos pensamientos macerándose, a los efluvios de las ideas malintencionadas que rondan por todas partes y al relente rancio de las viejas añoranzas.

I live in the past. I take everything that has happened to me and arrange it. From a distance like that, it doesn't do any harm, you'd almost let yourself be caught in it. Our whole story is fairly beautiful. I give it a few prods and it makes a whole string of perfect moments. Then I close my eyes and try to imagine that I'm still living inside it.

All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, contracts as it declines, and now the end makes one with the beginning.

Do you regret those days?' 'No,' replied Marcelle acidly: 'but I regret the life I might have had.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered.

Going back to Hemingway's work after several years is like going back to a brook where you had often fished and finding the woods as deep and cool as they used to be.

This is truly marvelous work full of mystery, nostalgia, joy, The Color of Whimsy.

I have always admired the work of Phil Farmer and was glad for the chance to work with him. Readers today may be too young to remember his classics like The Lovers.

I thought about going back to working at the gas station. I probably didn't like it at the time, but now it seems very romantic.

I've always loved old hot rods. I have four or five of them at home that I work on when I'm not working out.

Not that I wouldn't have been equally happy to see the old buddies and see it all start up again that way. But this was more of a work situation, and a very good one.

I'm not really keen on comebacks. Eurythmics was an incredible thing. When I look back on that work, I feel very satisfied with it.

I've always wanted to write comic books, my earliest memories are of waiting for Dad to come home from work, and, secreted in his lawyer's leather briefcase, would be comics from the store.

Every house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.

I bought singles until I started working properly and then I started buying albums, so this brings back a lot of teenage memories from being in London before I got work

Housewives of the 1950s were supposed to create show-stopping meals every night for their hard-working husbands.

Call me a troglodyte; I'd rather peruse those photos alongside my sweetheart, catch the newspaper on the way to work, and page thorough a real book.