Quotes About Nostalgia

He had braces, sported a black Limp Bizkit Tshirt. Limp Bizkit is a band that was popular at the time. If you're fortunate, you've never heard of them.

Good-bye, Molly," I muttered. "Of all the dogs I've known in my life, I've never seen a better driver.

I stared out of the window, at my Bronco rusting in the parking lot, the metal eager to get back to just being dirt. Life was probably easier for it back then.

It would have been a good occasion to smoke a pipe had I owned one and had I been forty years older.

old houses move in their sleep like the dreaming, remembering limbs of very old people. Boards whisper, steps cry out softly to the whispering remembrance of footfalls long gone to earth. Mantelpieces strain gently in the darkness beneath the ghosts of old Christmas stockings. Joists and beams and rafters hunch lightly like the brittle ribs of old women in their sleep: the heart recalling, the worn carpet slippers whispering down the halls again.

Pink All I'm saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life - remind me to kill myself.

The most visceral science fiction always takes place in the past and focuses on the humdrum

The future will one day be a distant memory

I defy anyone to think of the name Dean Martin and not smile. Now, that's amore.

Julia, we are all children at Christmastime." "You are not," I pointed out. He gave me a shadowy smile. "I think you told me once I was born old.

Children know nothing beyond the upbringing they have. It is only adults who regret what they lacked.

He was remembering not the woman who had come before, but the promise of happiness he had glimpsed once and never thought to know again.

Sometimes I've even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.

Have you worked here long?" Sebastian asks. Just a few months," I say. "Do you come here a lot?" As if you don't know, Jade. I used to come every day, or, you know, when I could, I'd bring Bo after work. Or just myself." At night sometimes. You'd climb the fence. You'd watch the stars. You'd tilt back your head and look at the sky. You'd think it over, whatever it was.

The past is a good place for the past.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite - that they would stay forever.

That's where Ian and I fell in love—a Little League game.

You know, memories. They're all I've got.

Strange satisfaction of organizing pencil crayons and sharpening them (the way I used to enjoy sharpening wax crayons as a kid

I live on remnants of dreams

I would have grown up to be a gentleman adventurer if I were more of a gentleman.

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

While we are floating against the current toward the future, our minds stay behind with the anchoring memories of the past.