Quotes About Nostalgia

A legtöbb feln?tt azt mondja, hogy boldog gyerekkora volt, és talán még el is hiszik, de nekem aztán mondhatják. Szerintem csak sikerült elfelejteniük.

I am fond of lovely old words like 'locomotive'.

Of course it [the robe] smelled -- that was part of its charm. Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been though; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.

Homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound

How was it that homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound?

In the '70s, everything shone as bright as brass.

My mom listened to the Beatles and Elvis, a lot of different types of music.

I know what it feels like to miss everything about him--the way he smells, the way his mouth curls up when he laughs, his voice.

I miss those days, don't you? I mean, except for the terrible parts.

I remember when metal was something you really had to search out, and now I hear it on car commercials.

The band feels loose in all the right ways, and it's just so cool looking out and seeing all of these people that I haven't seen in a while.

When I was growing up in New Jersey, my mom would regularly take my sister and I into the city to see shows. I have many fond memories of standing in the half-price ticket line in Times Square and going to matinees.

from the shelf. Ben's stomach churned as he pulled out Cat in the Hat and Green Eggs and Ham. Kenzie would enjoy them, but had Marianna ever read those books before? Not that Dr. Seuss was literature. What

For my wise and wonderful Father, who made a drawing board for me, many years ago… on which I drew this book for him, many years later...

It's cool when your husband starts to sing some old Merle Haggard song and I can pop in with a harmony and it doesn't sound too bad.

The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

I thought you brought me here on our first trip

He smiled a little sadly. "I wish you could," he said.

Winter — I want to go home.

Those were the days when the three of them were smoking their first pipes, growing their first moustaches, having their first drunks and going with their first women, glorying in their release from meaningless discipline, in the prospect of earthly pleasures and an independent existence.

God, I remember when cappuccino was a delicacy.

The sensation of falling into the past is not unlike that of coming home for the holidays.