Quotes About Nostalgia

When I saw 'subUrbia' on stage, I started having those feelings inside me. I saw it as a film, and I felt I knew the characters, or I was the characters. It really dredged up all this stuff in me that never went away.

I grew up in the suburbs of Detroit.

I grew up in the suburbs north of Atlanta. I had an amazing childhood, and I still go back to my home in Atlanta often.

I grew up in the working class suburbs in the 80s so I do love Hollywood movies but what I don't like is when they take something that's successful and they recycle it.

I want to stay in some era and remain there like a stupid idiot and see what happens when you try to pause time and not affect it. Not succeed. Not try to think ahead or think behind.

Sometimes I wish I could tell my younger self that. That it didn't matter. That the body I had then carried me up hills at Cross Country meets and through the water during the painful last lap at a swim meet, and that it should be celebrated instead of being picked away at and filled with hunger pangs. I should have gotten both the popcorn and the box of candy at the movies that night, instead of slipping away at a Diet Coke from the concession stand.

To see something for the last time can be as intense as seeing it for the first time

To experience something for the last time can be more intense than it was the first.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be.

You know what a camera is? A mirror with memory.

The magic of first love Is our ignorance That it can never end.

Oh, for the good old days when people would stop Christmas shopping when they ran out of money.

I thought I'd forget you, but I guess I forgot to.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect.

I always knew I would look back on my tears and laugh but I never tought I would look back on the laughter and cry

Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.

Home is the hanky-panky of memory - honeyed, quilted - a fabulous once-upon-a-time lull.

Washington, D.C. is so confusing in the spring. The days grow increasingly hot and humid, but the nights hold on to winter for as long as possible. On some days the grass is still frosted over in the mornings, stiff and crunchy, even if it wilts before the first class starts. If you are not careful you get caught in the weather's nostalgia and at night, a windbreaker or a sweater isn't enough.

It lies in human nature that where you experience your first laughs, you also remember the age kindly.

Sometimes, the only things that make you feel good are the same ones that worked when you were five. Yes, I slammed the door

May be it's hard to tell from us what people were like in the old days, but no one looks behind himself anymore. Everyone's rushing headlong. They're out of breath, stumbling on every step, but they keep on running...No time to look back, there's no time to look underfoot...as though someone's chasing them.

She also managed to win a citywide spelling bee, beating out students at all the other Negro schools in Jacksonville. "I received an atlas of the world and a Bible as prizes," she recalled, "besides so much lemonade and cake that I told President Collier that I could feel it coming through my skin. He had such a big laugh that I made up my mind to hurry up and get grown and marry him." Decades