Quotes About Nostalgia

Do not cry, for I shall return in your memories.

There were the sad times, there were the happy times and then all the time between seems so empty now.

Thinking back to a time when everything seemed so simple.

I have an abacus at home.

Enjoy the peaceful moments, Zhenjin. When the fighting starts, this will be a pleasant memory.

We knew giants then, before the wine soured.

A past is comforting because it' certain.

I once bought an old car back after I sold it because I missed it so much and I had forgotten that it never ran. It was a British racing car. You know, because I just wanted it back. I could only remember what was good about it.

Music I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread.Now that I am without you, all is desolate;All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Vuelve a menudo y tómame, en la noche, cuando los labios y la piel recuerdan...

As a kid, I liked the 'Halloween' movies and 'Nightmare On Elm Street' and all that kind of stuff. But as an adult, I really don't watch much horror, to be honest.

I'm a big kid, I'm a kid at heart, so I still love the classic family films, such as the great Warner Bros film 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' - not the remake, but the original. It's still one of the best movies, hands down, ever made, and of course that goes back to the ingenuity of the characters and the storyline.

It was a great experience for a kid, because it was a bunch of kids playing on pirate ships and water slides, so looking back on it, it was the fondest experience of my childhood.

I miss you because memory is a kind editor. The past is a long scroll and in it is the story of us, told with gentle metaphor, and words that bring you back and back, even as you lie there, lying.

The cold water stung Cassandra's toes. She thought about everything—a blur of images and sounds: leaving Clarion, driving to the Cape, Noah kissing her, unpacking the car into the cottage, the cello singing out to the sea—and then she sank into the moment and let herself think about nothing. It had been so long since she'd been able to think about nothing. Nothing at all.

From that day on I go to each door in turn and sing the three songs that I remember from school. Within a few days I'm overwhelmed how happy they appear to be when they hear or recognize me.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

It seems so long ago that he was last afraid of anything. Seventeen, was he then? Eighteen? Sometimes he thinks he's missing a lot by being like this - fear gives life a fillip. He wonders how it is he lost it all, and what there is - if anything - ever to bring it back. ("Jane Brown's Body")

The opposite of esprit d'escalier is the way that life's embarrassments come back to haunt us even after they're long past. I could remember every stupid thing I'd ever said or done, recall them with picture-perfect clarity. Any time I was feeling low, I'd naturally start to remember other times I felt that way, a hit parade of humiliations coming one after another to my mind.

The past is a foreign country -- and increasingly I don't want to visit.

In a world where everything is available online, the idea of sitting down with a book may seem archaic. But there's still something about holding a physical object in your hand, turning the pages and smelling the ink that can't be replicated on a screen.

Nothing rekindles my spirits, gives comfort to my heart and mind, more than a visit to Mississippi... and to be regaled as I often have been, with a platter of fried chicken, field peas, collard greens, fresh corn on the cob, sliced tomatoes with French dressing... and to top it all off with a wedge of freshly baked pecan pie.

Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

If I trample something critical, the patient may awaken lacking a vital memory. That one where they gazed into the sky as a child wondering how a star might taste, settling on breathtaking wintergreen. The smell of their newborn daughter's scalp, or that haunting tingle on their lips following their first kiss.