Quotes About Nostalgia

I'm glad I don't play anymore. I could never learn all those handshakes.

You can't go home again

There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

"Books ... books, ..." he exclaims. It is those that teach us to refine on our pleasures when young, and which, having so taught us, enable us to recall them with satisfaction when old.

Magical music never leaves the memory.

The worst thing, I fear, about being no longer young is that one is no longer young.

I don't really know any other musicians like me. I grew up backstage with my dad who played in a post-war dance band, so I always feel at home at a venue.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

Not since I was 10, trying to get Nick Vossler's attention in PE. 'Red Rover, Red Rover, send Nicholas right over!'

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.

I have a picture of the Pont Neuf on a wall in my apartment, but i know that Paris is really on the closet shelf, in the box next to the sleeping bag, with the rest of my diaries.

If I had my life to live over, I would have liked to have ended up as a sportswriter.

The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.

When my generation was your age, we took crazy risks. The wildest thing was - prepare to be shocked - we deliberately ingested carbohydrates!

I feel this pang of regret whenever I watch sport; this sense that I will never play a big match again.

We might miss the days of being unreachable.

Stay gold Ponyboy. Stay gold.--Johnny quoting Robert Frost

When I am old and addled I will make coronets like Cad, that have nothing to do with history, but represent the whimsy and cobwebs in my brain.

I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.

Here is our rapin' cave. It's not much of a cave... and we haven't done much rapin'... but man, we've had some good times.