Quotes About Nostalgia

Old friends and relatives may not remember you. They may not need anything from you either. But remembering them can be worth more than anything.

You miss a person not because of the presence, but by the good memories that keep the person so special that is missive.

One's first book, kiss, home run, is always the best.

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear.

Maybe I`m getting to the age when I`m starting to be senile or nostalgic or both, but people are so angry now. You used to be able to disagree with people and still be friends. Now you hear these talk shows, and everyone who believes differently from you is a moron and an idiot - both on the Right and the Left.

Books are the anchors Left by the ships that rot away.

I had to leave Paris the next morning. As always I would wonder why and start counting the days before I could go back. And then lose count and be lost again in the life that, by some strange twist of fate, I lived somewhere else. Au revoir Paris. Bonjour tristesse.

It is a sad farewell. You loved it all. You dream that you might keep it in your head But memories, where can you take them to? Take one last look at them. They end with you.

Yonder lies the castle of my father. —TONY CURTIS (ATTRIB.),

Yonder lies duh castle of my fuddah.

For me, London is and always will be home.

Well, I'm a standing on a corner In Winslow, Arizona And such a fine sight to see, It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford Slowin' down to have a look at me.

These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do For you And all the times I had the chance to.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

I gotta say, it feel good coming back home to the projects. Where I belong.

It is the image in the mind that links us to our lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers, weaves the garland.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

I have lived ten years of wild rovings, of conquests and discoveries, in those woods; the day when I have to leave them my heart will be very heavy.

But when he said in his heart of hearts "Vinca!", the name inseparably linked with his friend, evoked the memory of sand, warm to kneel on, or trickling out between fingers that held it in a tight squeeze...

When did we get too old for this, Daeng? What happened to those days when we were somersaulting through the air with a cutlass in each hand taking out the enemy twenty at a time?" "I don't think that was us, Love. That was Bruce Lee.

You can't go home again. Your childhood is lost. The friends of your youth are gone. Your present is slipping away from you. Nothing is ever the same.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.

Next to religion, baseball has furnished a greater impact on American life than any other institution