Quotes About Nostalgia

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

The surroundings householders crave are glorified autobiographies.

My folks were raised pure prohibitionist. They were very good people, with high moral standards - but very repressed. There was no hugging and kissing in my home.

I buy records - vinyl. I have a record player at home.

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

I miss England. I miss the weather. I've spent moss of the last 25 years on tour. I'm ready to come home.

Nothing wrong with wanting to go home.

The only place I considered home was the boarding school, in Yorkshire, my parents sent me to.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!

I was home-schooled for my entire high school experience, so I never went to prom.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

My best sunsets are always going to be in my home town, San Diego. Watching the sunset from the Pacific knowing that you're sleeping in your own bed, there's something special about that.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

Be it ever so decadent, there's no place like home.

A good antidote to nostalgia is to go home, and then you remember why you left.

When I was at home I was in a better place

Jamie, you know, you could go clear around the world and still come home wondering if the tuna fish sandwiches at Chock Full O'Nuts still cost thirty-five cents.

The year is ended, and it only adds to my age; Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home. Alas, that the trees in this eastern garden, Without me, will still bear flowers.

There is no place like home.

Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.

The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.