Quotes About Nostalgia

There are so many things that poetry is about, one of which is memory.

Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. Classic, but not as good as Wish You Were Here.

To forgotten youth," Patricia said, and raised her glass. "May we always be reminded by envying those who have it.

Most young people haven't used their storytelling skills since they were 8 or 9 or 10 and wanted to persuade Mom and Dad to take them to the ball game.

The bad thing about death is not that it changes the future. It's that it leaves us alone with our memories.

I once had a book on the stars but now I don't. My memory serves but not stellar, ha. So I made up constellations. I made a Bear and a Goat but maybe not where they are supposed to be, I made some for the animals that once were, the ones I know about.

He heard a loon call, piercing and forlorn, and it poured into his spirit like cool water. It was a sad cry and he realized as he listened how barren the river had felt in the days without it. Why was a wail that seemed so lost and lonely so…what? Essential and lovely.

I breathed and thanked something that was not exactly God, something that was still here. I could almost imagine that it was still before when we were young and many things still lived.

I always gave her a book. An old hardback from the same section in the used bookstore where you'd find Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, and musty scrawled-in Hobbits, the painted paper covers often ripped or gone... My favorite was a sort of illustrated guidebook of pond creatures on which a very young child had written in pencil on each page under the picture of an otter I love otter Under a muskrat: I love muskrat Beaver: I love beaver

I lift my head from the pillow I see the frost the moon. Lowering my head I think of home.

My favorite poem, the one by Li Shang-Yin: When Will I Be Home? When will I be home? I don't know. In the mountains, in the rainy night, The Autumn lake is flooded. Someday we will be back together again. We will sit in the candlelight by the West window. And I will tell you how I remembered you Tonight on the stormy mountain.

The fire crackled under the long pan of clear sap and he and his dad didn't say much, but he was aware enough—he'd read enough fiction, he guessed—to realize that these might be the best hours he and his father ever spent together.

Remember me," whispers the dust.

Batman can create as many crappy trophies as he wants. They don't change a thing. They're built on lies and sand. And they will fall. Like his whole damn world. It's important for me to stay on mission. No distractions. I'm here to make sure I can follow his moves throughout the city. Not get caught up in his imaginary nostalgia. There's nothing to be gained getting caught up in his gravity. Nothing.

No film has captivated my imagination more than 'King Kong.' I'm making movies today because I saw this film when I was 9 years old.

We remember the fish we ate freely in Egypt, along with the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions, and garlic.

David longed for water and said, “Oh, that someone would get me a drink of water from the well near the gate of Bethlehem!”

“How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God watched over me,

I considered the days of old, the years long in the past.

Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is unwise of you to ask about this.

So you revisited the indecency of your youth, when the Egyptians caressed your bosom and pressed your young breasts.