Quotes About Nostalgia

The most enjoyable things are the old eighteenth-century terraces that are still standing, that domestic architecture.

I enjoyed being in movies when I was a boy. As a child you're not acting - you believe.

There were times when we couldn't even go to the movies, when I was a kid, because there wasn't enough money.

I've pretty much been a wrestling fan my entire life.

I was a fan of T-Pain's music growing up. I bought 'Epiphany' and 'Rappa Ternt Sanga.'

I was a real avid 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' fan. I think I may know every episode.

I watch episodes of 'Rosanne' now where I don't even know what the ending's going to be.

'All That' was fire but I don't really remember a lot of episodes.

The first character that will be on my epitaph is Monisha from 'Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai.'

I must have been 10 or 11, but anything Dana Carvey ever did, I just really loved. He was on for a long time, I don't really know when that era was. I could watch Dana Carvey with my parents, they loved him too. They loved all his characters.

I don't think of myself as a gearhead or a motorcyclist. I'm not that young, and this is like another life of mine. But the people I know from that era think of me that way.

I still find it hard to believe that the whole era of jazz is over.

Some people say how they'd like to live in different eras. Not me.

The past can never be erased. It is always going to be there.

I wrote my first book without being to Ethiopia since I was two years old.

I love Eva Noblezada; we went to the same high school.

I hate New Year's Eve.

We didn't have television in those days, and many people didn't even have radios. My mother would read aloud to my father and me in the evening.

I think it all started with Nina Simone. When I was maybe seven or eight, I used to listen to one of her albums every night before I went to sleep. For me, her voice was everything.

Los grandes ojos negros almendrados de su esposa le trajeron al recuerdo sus noches de amor: ¿dónde estaba aquel espíritu saciado, de dicha absoluta, de miles de silenciosas promesas con el que terminaban todas ellas?

With no sense of smell, your memories dropped like pennies out of a ripped pocket, until the past was ashes and your parents were blanks: nothing more than the holes in Swiss cheese.

The distance to the corner shops of childhood becomes unfathomable, immeasurable; the candy bars have changed. And change has changed.

I left with a heavy heart and a still heavier suitcase--I had filled it with my favourite books.

All that is musical in us is memory.