Quotes About Nostalgia

That's about what most of us will get, thought Decker. And then we just live on in memories and fading pictures set on tables and hung on walls.

that were very familiar. He saw his father.

Trains had a nostalgic magnetism that was undeniable, even for the many Americans who'd never even been on one.

We've apparently come a long way since the 1966 Mustang," added Michelle. "I drove my brother's hand-me-down in college. It had something called an eight-track player.

photo of the three of them that was

He had started to forget what it was like to hit one out of the park. After Sullivan

As a way of getting in touch with my origins every night I set the alarm clock for the time I was born so that waking up becomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do

As a way of getting in touch with my origins every night I set the alarm clock for the time I was born so that waking up becomes a historical reenactment...

There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all. - Queen Bitch

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine don't think you knew you were in this song. - Five Years

Whatever your favorite genre is, you can probably trace your love for it back to one single book that really moved you.

He knew America, and even though he hadn't been there in fifteen years, he knew what its soldiers liked because of what one of them had written on the door of a metal locker that was in the room he'd been given to live in. Sex, potato soup, and Johnny Cash, it said.

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that's odd, isn't it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

One of the few things I still miss from my Midwest childhood was this weird, deluded but unshakable conviction that everything around me existed all and only For Me . Am I the only one who had this queer deep sense as a kid? -- that everything exterior to me existed only insofar as it affected me somehow? -- that all things were somehow, via some occult adult activity, specially arranged for my benefit?

and David Wallace blinks in the midst of idly scanning class photos from his 1980 Aurora West H.S. yearbook and seeing my photo and trying, through the tiny little keyhole of himself, to imagine what all must have happened to lead up to my death in the fiery single-car accident he'd read about in 1991...

Between a cold kitchen window gone opaque with the stove's wet heat and the breath of us, an open drawer, and the gilt ferrotype of identical boys flanking a blind vested father which hung in a square recession above the wireless's stand, my Mum stood and cut off my long hair in the uneven heat.

She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.

Last night I went and saw Good Will Hunting, which takes place not exactly where I used to live, in Boston, but pretty darn close, so I've been all flush with nostalgia for it. I was in Boston from summer of '89 until spring of '92... ...I think it's the ultimate nerd fantasy movie. It's a bit of a fairy tale, but I enjoyed it a lot. Minnie Driver is really to fall sideways for. And there's all sorts of cool stuff. It's actually a movie that's got calculus in it. It takes place in Boston.

These kids should be out drinking beer and seeing films and having panty raids and losing virginities and writhing to suggestive music, not making up long, sad, convoluted stories.

Fai ciao ciao al burocrate rimane il film favorito di Mario tra tutti quelli di loro padre, forse per la sua serietà così poco di moda. Anche se a Mario ha sempre detto che è troppo mieloso, piace anche a Hal, la cartuccia, e gli piace proiettarsi con l'immaginazione nel personaggio dell'ex burocrate mentre guida piacevolmente verso casa e verso la cancellazione deontologica.

Long brooding over those lost pleasures exaggerates their charm and sweetness.

What part of confidante has that poor teapot played ever since the kindly plant was introduced among us! Why myriads of women have cried over it, to be sure! [...] Nature meant very kindly by women when she made the tea plant; and with a little thought, what series of pictures and groups of the fancy may conjure up and assemble round the teapot and cup.

Every man, however brief or inglorious may have been his academical career, must remember with kindness and tenderness the old university comrades and days. The young man's life is just beginning: the boy's leading-strings are cut, and he has all the novel delights and dignities of freedom. He has no idea of cares yet, or of bad health, or of roguery, or poverty, or to-morrow's disappointment.

These are trivial details, but they relate to happy times.