Quotes About Nostalgia

Sometimes we can't let go of memories, because they are constant reminders of a great story that we never expected to end.

Memories should not be forgotten, they should always be remembered.

Memories are meant to be remembered, because even the bad memories are usually part of something we once thought was good.

A single moment can spark a lifetime of memories.

Everyone has those nights when you lay down and just think about those moments in life, you would do anything to re-live...

I think that the only reason people hold onto memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don't change; when everybody else does.

My playlist can tell you the story of my life.

Count your age by the number of memories, not by the number of years.

Sometimes you have to visit past just to gain happiness in present.

Live your happiest life by accepting that some people and some things should only remain in your life as memories.

People hold onto the past because something in their past made them really happy or something from their past is still making them miserable.

No matter how much you revisit the past there is nothing new there to see.

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with...nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

The best memories are the ones that you try to explain but in the end...you just say..'You had to be there.'

Life is weird, first you wanna grow up, then you wanna be a kid again

Memories are the sweetest flowers watered by the tears of love.

I wish my life is like a tape recorder so I can save all my happy memories and play it in time of my loneliness.

Talking to an old friend makes you realize how much your life has changed.

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings? Race issues were about who ran the fastest? War was only a card game? The only drug you knew was cough medicine? The only thing that hurt you were skinned knees? And goodbyes only meant for tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change

I wish life was a remote. Play the easy times. Pause the good times. Fast forward the bullsh... Rewind the memories.