Quotes About Nostalgia

I used to watch Manchester United a lot when David Beckham was there, but not any more now he's gone.

You look in the past and when I'm younger, you look at the players who play for Manchester United and you see the biggest stars in the world.

When you've played at Manchester United, it's hard to go anywhere else.

When you have played for Manchester United, it is difficult to go elsewhere.

I remember playing against the great Manchester United teams when I was a player.

Manchester United is a huge club. When I was young, it was a name I used to hear and it was a name I used to see on computer games and I used to play with the team.

I would love to be playing in Manhattan one more time.

Anybody that was famous found their way to the Playboy Mansion. It was exciting for me. But I didn't know half of them!

People ask me, 'Do you think Hef is still at the mansion?' and I say, 'Absolutely.' I just feel like he is.

Mariah Carey was the first singer I ever listened to.

Not that I sound anything like her, but I grew up singing like Mariah Carey, and Celine Dion was definitely my favourite artist when I was 12.

I love me some Mariah Carey. I grew up on that because of my mother.

My brother and I thought we were Donny and Marie, without the talent.

I play 'MLB 2K,' 'Madden,' and some old-school 'Mario Kart.'

Super Mario RPG was one of my very favorite games when I was a kid.

The Lagos of my childhood was a well-laid-out maritime city.

She felt guilty, as she had when she'd heard Matt's deep, beloved voice after thirty-odd years. She'd been too flustered to say much to him, and in the end, regretfully, she'd hung up on him out of sheer embarrassment.

We never know what we're missing until we don't have it anymore.

Emma drew in the dirt with a stick, making curlicues and unconsciously tracing Connor's initials. GC. GC. She frowned. She wondered if he had a middle name. She'd never asked. "Emma!

She stood with her nose up, sniffing delightedly. It was the delicious mildewy fragrance of old books. Hundreds of them, she saw, looking round the room. Books were lined up on shelves on all four walls, stacked on the floor, and piled on the desk, old books in leather covers mostly, although some of the ones on the floor had newer looking colored jackets.

She held one of her father's huge juicy pasties in one hand and munched it as she read. Crumbs kept falling on her book and she brushed them off with the pasty when they fell on the page she was reading.

Without memories we wouldn't know who we are, how we once were, who we'd like to be in the memorable future. We are the sum of our memories.

So couples relive romantic memories, families watch home movies, and friends catch up with each other, as if they've lagged behind on a trail. Sifting memory for saliences to report, they reveal how vital pieces of their identity have changed. Aging, we tailor memories to fit our evolving silhouette, and as life's vocabulary changes, memories change to fathom the new order. Lose your memory, and you may drift in an alien world.

Joanna has an unmanageable lump in her throat and wonders why it's always the happy memories that make her cry.