Quotes About Nostalgia

This love for the memory of the countryside of his youth was later to become a central part of his writing, and it was intimately bound up with his love for the memory of his mother.

If it is possible to be homesick for the world, even places one has never been and knows one will never see, this book is the child of such homesickness.

The past is comforting, Natalie. It's comforting because we survived it.

Hope is a place best not forgotten

Hope is a place best not forgotten' - Iain Cameron Williams

There was a tight singing in her ears she had not heard since her childhood days in the community crèche: the tight singing noise you hear when you are trying not to cry.

The coffee doesn't taste the way it smells. For that Adriana is thankful. If it did, humans would never do anything other than drink it. Smell is the sense of memory. Each coffee would recall countless memories, boundless memories. Coffee as the drug of remembering.

She could not go back. To the Transients' Hostel. To Kilimanjaro West, her home. To Armitage-Weir and her warm, friendly office. Home. She sat, crushed by a sense of looming inevitability ponderous as a falling moon.

The past is like that. When it finally taps you on the shoulder, it's never the thing you thought it to be.

My?li g?upie. My?li t?skne.

I went to the Oxford Bar first off, but they said they hardly see you these days. I'm at the age where nothing should surprise me, but

Chialer, c'était bon quand on perdait au foot, qu'on vous racontait des histoires d'animaux héroïques, ou en entendant "Flower of Scotland" après l'heure de fermeture.

This volume is dedicated to time. It gives us memories, fine wine, and wrinkles. But the only thing worse than getting old is not getting old. So here's to time, dear reader, yours and mine. May you have many more wrinkles, a lot of fine wine, and memories to last two lifetimes.

into the life of crime and made it real to me. I went everywhere with his books, idolizing him. A lot of people don't know this, but in 1976 Iceberg recorded an album called Reflections, which had a lot of slick rhyming. I used to spit his words back verbatim. The gangbangers used to constantly say, "Yo, kick

In the summertime I used to have a Kool-Aid stand set up in front of the house. A pitcher of Kool-Aid cost maybe a dollar and I'd sell glasses for a quarter apiece. I'd be able to make a profit of eight or nine bucks on a hot day. That was a nice little

Any man who can't appreciate a classic pickup ain't worth his weight in salt.

The past has a way of rising up and stepping into view when we least expect it.

No matter how long you have been here, you are a New Yorker the first time you say, That used to be Munsey's, or That used to be the Tic Toc Lounge…. You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.

The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.

All we truly have of anything are the memories we make.

All we truly have of days we live are the memories we make of them.