Quotes About Nostalgia

It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany's bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.

Time passes by, memory staysTorturing silently, rest of our days... Sigh!

Going back to something is harder than you think."I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello.

I want to reach the point where people hear my name and immediately think of real country music.

Remember when you used to watch TV in the Sixties and you'd see Perry Como in a cashmere sweater? That's what rock 'n' roll is becoming. It's your parents' music.

Speaking of River City in The Music Man & his home town, Mason City, Iowa: I didn't have to make up anything. I simply remembered Mason City as closely as I could.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

My lifelong friend and mentor Frank Barsalona is gone. And the music business as we knew it went with him.

My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then 'just one more' until your favourite track comes on.

Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

We didn't come here to set any fashions in music. We merely came to bring a much-needed touch of home to some lads who have been here a couple of years.

We decided to start our own group because we were bored with everything we heard... Everything was 10th-generation Led Zeppelin... Overproduced, or just junk. We missed music like it used to be.

Everything that happened to me as a child involved music. It was part of everyday life, as automatic as breathing.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I love oldies just kind of sweet, slinky, Fifties music. The slow stuff. And Billie Holiday.

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.

Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostagic and hopeful all at the same time.

If you want to know about the Sixties, play the music of The Beatles.