Quotes About Nostalgia

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

All couples get nostalgic about the start of their story.

I still have that drawing. Whenever I look at it, it makes me happy. That's the moral of the story. That's it.

We are retracing the lines and windows that are no longer there. We are rebuilding from our memory, trying to do with our eyes open what we usually do with our eyes closed.

Let's stay on this song, before it turns to something else, before it switches to a commercial. Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

He drinks, even though drinking always makes him remember rather than forget.

The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.

But once upon a time - that would be our time - a telephone cord seemed like nothing less than a lifeline. It was your attachment to the outside world and, even more than that, your attachment to the people you loved, or wanted to love, or tried to love. Everything about it was fitting - the way it curled in on itself, the way it got so easily tangled, the way you could pull it only so far before it kept you in place. Twisted and knotted and essential.

You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will even miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

All dressed up, we thought we looked so old. Now, of course, we look at the picture and see how young we actually were. We get younger every year.

i hold the cigarette like i'm in a black-and-white movie. but when jed lights the match, it spreads to color, his skin in the campfire light, the spark of his eyes as he leans in to me

like the airwaves were taking a little longer to get here, so we could live in yesterday a little longer, even if it felt wrong.

The song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" comes on Tariq's playlist, which makes Harry think of the movie Beautiful Thing, as Tariq no doubt knew it would. Harry can feel Craig smile under his lips, and knows he must be sharing the same thought. As confirmation, Harry feels Craig's finger on his back, tracing the letter B, then T. They start to shuffle and slow-dance. It feels good to move their legs.

Why was I thinking about this? Oh, yes—the roses. Something to keep. Something gone.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday

and all I could think was that I should have been the one with the camera, because the two of you were such a funny picture. Instead, we have this blurry, happy shot, which must mean something to you if you carry it around like this, folded to fit.

That's okay, you told me. I like them better when they're dried up. I'll keep them for years. Until our Get Rid of the Roses anniversary.

She was pretty, though. Like a flower. I missed that.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred.

It's always a low when life beings to imitate an old Chevy Chase movie.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is knowing it was yesterday.