Quotes About Nostalgia

The violent chords and strident voices were so startlingly different from the chiming, bubbling relaxation tapes she played all day that it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her head. The Violent Femmes reminded her of the eighties, and being a teenager, and feeling supercharged with hormones and hope.

Jewelry and clothes for Isabel and Polly. A piece of the Berlin Wall for Esther.

guess Jack is too big for sandboxes now, although it's still there in their backyard. Sometimes, when Patrick is at work and Jack is at school, I go to the house and eat my lunch in the backyard.

It was nice to hold on to the memories of those fierce, desperate hugs when the hugging stopped.

Actually, what she remembered most about that trip to Berlin was kissing a handsome, brown-haired German boy in a nightclub. He kept taking ice cubes from his drink and running them across her collarbone, which at the time had seemed incredibly sexy, but now seemed unhygienic and sticky.

Tess preferred people from her past to stay in the past. Ex-boyfriends, old school friends, past colleagues--really, what was the point of them? Life moves on. Tess quite enjoyed reminiscing ABOUT people she once knew, not WITH them.

The last time she had had anything close to an enemy, she was in primary school herself. It had never crossed her mind that sending your child to school would be like going back to school yourself.

Lars swirled the tasting glass... an instant memory of an autumnal day... It felt like a childhood memory, but probably wasn't. More likely a memory he'd borrowed from a book or movie.

They didn't say anything for a few seconds, and then they both dissolved into the sort of helpless, wheezing laughter unique to women who had spent their school days together.

I don't want any more children," said Carmel. "I just want to go back in time to when everything was beginning. Pregnancies are the ultimate beginnings.

Part of what I enjoy about the theatre and acting is that sense of history.

You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring. I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing. I remember the love, right after the fights. You cant tell me you dont remember those nights. and if I would cry, then you would cry twice. To me you are the brightest star under sunlight. See take away my title, take away my stripes. You give me back my girl and you give me back my life. Give me back my girl and you give me back my life.

And I know you probably wish you never met me, and I just wish you never forget me.

There has never been an age that did not applaud the past and lament the present.

It is a mark of many famous people that they cannot part with their brightest hour.

He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the smell of Cambridge and youth.

It was only a button. It was only a bit of thread. From a wrinkled blue dress I had once undone.

I look back on those days and it feels gluttonous, all that time and love and life ahead, no bees in my body and my mother on the other end of the line.

Becca, though, I married. I don't know how other people do it, not stay with the girl whose ankle socks made your stomach flip at age fourteen, whose wet hair smells like your past—the girl who was with you the very moment you were introduced to happiness.

I'll miss them when they take flight. I won't be there. Their fast excited chatter, their wings finally spread wide, their feet tucking in behind them. Wheels up. I'll miss it. I'll be in class or at my desk or in bed when they cut across the sky.

Is it always that way with men, that first burst of love or sex the thing that binds you? Do you always have to harken back to those first weeks when just the way he walked across a room made you want to take off all your clothes?

When I was visiting her a few years ago she hugged me and said, 'Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.' And now she's dead and I have that feeling all the time, no matter where I stand.

Glimpses of how it really was before us are rare, if not impossible.

He has us draw a floor plan of the first place we ever remember living. 'The rooms, the closets, the hallway,' he says as he draws one himself on the blackboard. He turns back to us and says, 'Now add the significant details: the couch, the bourbon bottle, the slot between the wall and the fridge.' He laughs. 'You see? I've already told you my whole childhood in three details.' He jogs to the left and writes in block letters: NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS.