Quotes About Nostalgia

Don't be something that I will later on forget, be something that no matter how many years pass I'll remember the feel of your kiss like it was yesterday.

It doesnt matter how long its been, you'll always have the same effect on me as when we first met.

What takes us back to the past. Are the memories. What brings us forward. Is our dreams.

If there was a time machine to go back, you'd be the first one I'd run too.

Don't think much about the people that have come and gone from your life just remember the good times that you shared with them and keep moving forward in life.

Happy times come and go, but the memories stay forever.

You didn't want to be my friend in elementary school. You didn't want to be my friend in junior high school. And you certainly weren't my friend in high school. Why on Earth do you want to be my Facebook friend today?

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

No matter what happens...some memories can never be replaced.

Yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.

Tears which last a lifetime speak for the most cherished memories made.

In everyone's life, there's a person we will never forget... and a summer where it all started...

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

Memories are always special. Sometimes We laugh by remembering the days we cried. And we cry by remembering the days we laughed! That's Life.

Overhead, my aunt sailed, but I did not trouble with her anymore. She liked to watch lovers, and I had not been one of those for a long time. Perhaps I had never been.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos.

days slipping by in idyll.

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

we were only twelve, too young to brood.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

Have you no more memories?' 'I am made of memories.

Its burst of grainy sweetness filled my mouth; the skin was downy on my tongue. I had loved figs, once.

I'm made of memories