Quotes About Nostalgia

When you're doing the traditional musicals, singing songs that are 40 and 50 years old, you realize there's a reason why those musicals are hits. These are amazing songs!

Remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty?

Tommy Richard, who's your favorite little rascal Alfalfa or is it Spanky

We had incense and rock'n'roll posters, and we sold records and rolling papers. People could just, like, hang out. We had a cool vibe going.

The saddest day of the year is the day baseball season ends

My home town is very small and very remote and we don't have a movie house.

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.

[Mama] follows us around hoping we'll sneeze So she can have the tissue "For my scrapbook please."

Por supuesto. Eres la hija de Melvina. Cielo santo, te recordaba mucho más joven. Jared notó que a mamá no le hacía mucha gracia este comentario.

breathlessly, opening the door to his old bedroom. She

It's just like I remember," she said, smiling. "Only crappier," said Mallory.

classic single 'Down In The Tube Station at Midnight

The generation that had grown up with R.E.M. in the Eighties, that had enthusiastically shared and applauded the maturity of Out of Time and Automatic for the People , many of whom had stuck around for Monster , was ready now to move on. Not to new artists, but to their home mortgages, car payments, and children's birthday parties.

What would be a show that I would rescue? If I could bring anything back, it would be 'The Carol Burnett Show'. Tim Conway is just... I just watched him so many times do stuff over and over. He's just so amazing.

I was born into the wrong generation. How I would have loved to have been a dashing young man in the 1930s and 1940s when dance bands and orchestras played at dancehalls, and you could hold your partner close and whisper sweet nothings as you waltzed into her heart.

Seven severely depressed prisoners were listed as having died of "nostalgia.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

A good old-fashioned romance is the antidote to escape from the harsh realities of the world.

We were never visitors here together, you and I. Yet how easy it is for me to find you in this place

When I was five my parents bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I quickly learned how to play it with my father's guidance. Thereafter, my father regularly taught me all the good old fashioned songs.

It was, you know, probably 80 degrees out in L.A., and my dad took me outside and there was snow. At the time, I thought, 'Every kid doesn't have snow in their backyard on Christmas?'

Time passed and my childhood grew thin and flat, paperlike. It was tired and threadbare, and in low moments it didn't look like it would last until I was grown up.

Nu vallen de laatste resten van mij af als schilfers van een door de zon verbrande huid en eronder komt een ongepaste, onmogelijke volwassene tevoorschijn. Ik lees in mijn poesiealbum terwijl de nacht langs het raam wandelt en zonder dat het doorheb, glijdt mijn kindertijd stilletjes naar de bodem van mijn herinneringen, die bibliotheek van het gemoed, waaruit ik voor de rest van mijn hele bestaan kennis en ervaring zal opdiepen.

Ole iloinen, jos edes unessa saat elää lapsuuden keväät.