Quotes About Nostalgia

Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of.

Deep in December it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow.

We don't drink to forget. We drink to remember.

You know, for a while there we kept horses for the boys, and we had a mare that had broken down. Couldn't ride it... You could feed it and brush it and water it and all. Sometimes, I've thought that's what most marriages get to. A horse you still care a little about but cannot any longer ride.

Meg was going to have to learn for herself what Laurie had figured out over the summer — that it was better to leave well enough alone, to avoid unnecessary encounters with people you'd left behind, to not keep poking at that sore tooth with the tip of your tongue. Not because you didn't love them anymore, but because you did, and because that love was useless now, just another dull ache in your phantom limb.

It's never too late to have a happy childhood.

fifty years later, part of the film's continued appeal lies in the fact that the mere mention of the title conjures up audience members' memories of watching the film for the first time. It's not just the film itself that is remembered, but the remembrance of watching it as a child.

But [Coca-Cola] was also genuinely welcomed by the servicemen in far-flung military bases: Coca-Cola reminded them of home and helped to maintain morale.

Stronger! stronger! grow they all, Who for Coca-Cola call. Brighter! brighter! thinkers think, When they Coca-Cola drink. —Coca-Cola advertising slogan, 1896

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Ain't but three things in this world worth a solitary dime/ But old dogs, children, and watermelon wine

As a kid, I did want to be an old-timer, since they were the ones with the big stories and the cool clothes. I wanted to go there. Now, I guess I want to bring that with me and go back in time.

Songs really are like a form of time travel because they really have moved forward in a bubble. Everyone who's connected with it, the studio's gone, the musicians are gone, and the only thing that's left is this recording which was only about a three-minute period maybe 70 years ago.

George Burns was a Vaudeville performer I particularly loved.

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train...

Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On

George Bush is a fan of mine, he came to see me in the Seventies. His coke dealer brought him.

The studio is torn down, all the people who played on it are dead, the instruments have been sold off. But you are listening to a moment that happened in time sixty years ago and you are hearing it just as sharp as when it was made. That remains an amazing thing to me.

Picture in a frame

Let me fall out of a window with confetti in my hair deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs I'll tell you all my secrets but I'll lie about my past and send me off to bed forevermore

Now when I was a boy My daddy sat me on his knee And he told me He told me many things And he said sone There's a lot of things in this world You're gonna have no use for And when you get blue And you've lost all your dreams There's nothin' like a campfire And a can of beans

Now when I was a boy My daddy sat me on his knee And he told me He told me many things He said son There's a lot of things in this world You're gonna have no use for And when you get blue And you've lost all your dreams There's nothin' like a campfire And a can of beans

The Life—that feeling—The Life—the late 1940s early 1950s American Teenage Drive-In Life.