Quotes About Nostalgia

sometimes music isn't just a bunch of sounds and lyrics, sometimes it's more than that: a time machine...

Memory is all that matters in the end

A childhood filled with adventures, happiness and unabated love.If only I could remember ...

Some people say the rain with no purpose and others say with memories and wishes

In our beautiful memoryWe were all handsomeWe could all singWe all had the heart Of the prettiest girl in townAnd we all hit .300

We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known

no matter how frequently we came, when we arrived, they acted as if we had been away one hundred years. [His grandparents' greeting.]

None of my friends had grandparents like these. ... Tony and Desolina were exotic.

Jamie's mother was an incredible cook, he was an old-school man born in 1950, and he only really knew how to cook breakfast well.

They stared fondly at each other, remembering simpler days of unclouded idealism. Goodrich shook his head. "Solomon, you son of a bitch! What are you doing here?" Mark smiled exasperatedly, almost defensively. "I've been lonely for my family. Then I heard you were back. That did it. I came down.

I just look at you and say, 'that used to be me. But it isn't anymore.

Were you truly happy in that memory? Was it as romantic as it appeared years later? And did you only yearn for it once life got harder and you wanted to escape back to a time when your new problems didn't exist?

The man who has not loved before he was fourteen has missed a foretaste of Elysium.

O, de light-bugs glimmer down de lane,   Merlindy! Merlindy! O, de whip'-will callin' notes ur pain—   Merlindy, O, Merlindy!

That old sweetheart of mine.

Oh! the old swimmin' hole! When I last saw the place,The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face.

I used to rule my world from a pay phone And ships out on the sea. But now times are rough And I got too much stuff; Can't explain the likes of me. But there's this one particular harbour, So far but yet so near. Where I see the days as they fade away, And finally disappear.

if she had known just a few months before, during more innocent times, that she would feel that way for the rest of her life....which is to say conflicted, she would have treasured those unaware, nonjudgmental, preadolescent moments more thoroughly. (Oh, to be eleven again!) Because once you know, once you really know how the world works, you can't unknow it.

I stop painting entirely. I get a job in advertising. I get older. I grow up, I suppose. I never look back except in those moments when I can't stop fucking thinking about it.

I love the old Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly movies they're so beautiful to look at. It's such a shame we don't make them anymore. Although, I don't know how you could make tap dancing current and topical.

Well, I could do it for a day, but I wouldn't want to be a teenager again. I really wouldn't.

The grim and gritty '90s thing is actually a teenage idea of what adult content is.

My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.

I know I'm 25 now, but there's still that little lad inside me who likes his dad there to see him.