Quotes About Nostalgia

I wanted to be the photographer of happiness.

There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.

For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.

If you make children happy now, you will make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common.

There were happy days, with watermelon, and sad days of whiskey.

What happiness is there in just the memory of happiness?

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Then he thought himself unhappy, but happiness was all in the future; now he felt that the best happiness was already in the past.

Nothing blocks happiness like happiness remembered.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.

Albums that remind me of my childhood happiness make me incredibly sad now.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that's the way of it

I guess everybody thinks about old times, even the happiest people.

Why is it that happiness remembered feels like despair?

I would remember this as one of those moments in life that I can hold onto and smile about, forever.

No one can sad listening to Frankie Valli.

There's one best thing about childhood our genuine smile...

Because If you ever think of me in the future I want you to remember me smiling

So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility.

I burned sixty calories. That should take care of a peanut I had in 1962.