Quotes About Nostalgia

I take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it'll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.

That's what I love about these high school girls, man. I get older, they stay the same age.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

Dear little house that I have lived in, there is happiness you have seen, even before I was born. In you is my life, and all the people I have loved are a part of you, so to go out of you, and leave you, is to leave myself.

He was no longer that boy; she was no longer that girl. But both still lived within them, she understood, and they were meeting again, deepened by all that had happened to them since, the realization of all they had missed.

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Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood

You can't come back to something that is gone.

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it's more like a song on a policeman's radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces.

a big band sound that makes you feel like everything's okay, a feeling that lasts for one song maybe, the parentheses all clicking shut behind you.

It could have been so beautiful . . . how it was and how it will be, memory and fantasy

Looking back is easy for a while and then looking back gets murky.

You were very beautiful.

We used to dream about them. We used to do a lot of things.

I understood then that when you miss a thing it leaves a hole that only the thing you miss can fill.

It seems to me sometimes that seasons leave us in the way people do, never just gone, but degree by degree, fading like the smell on a loved one's favourite sweater, until the vanishing one day evolves into memory.

I wondered how people could live with things set in place, fixed, their places determined by the power of the recollection they contained, the memories they held. It was what made a home, I believed; the things we keep, the sum of us.

I got out without another word and stood in the snow and watched his old car disappear around the bend. His leaving was an ache that stayed with me for days. I would never see him again.

And me, well, I have to confess that I liked them all too, but maybe leaned more in favour of those types of stories that reached inside of you, touched something that you hadn't touched for a long time, and reminded you of the soft moments where you really came to be who you are. Spoken by Amelia One For The Road (a fictional character in Ragged Company) about the movies she'd seen.