Quotes About Nostalgia

But up in his room by artificial lightMy father paints the summer.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

That's the last time you're going to kiss me," I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. "So you say.

He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.

I was sure seeing pictures of Dimitri as a little boy would rip my heart out.

His form grew fainter and fainter, and just before it went altogether, I saw the hint of a smile, that laughing and mischievous smile I'd loved so much.

I'm sad because you remind me of home. Because you are beautiful and bright and dynamic and whole lot of other things I haven't seen for a long time... and won't see again anytime soon.

Do not even suggest jazz. I saw Newsies and was traumatized for, like, five years.

And children are still the way you were ...as a child, sad and happy in just the same way and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children, and the grownups are nothing, and their dignity has no value.

I wished I could get up in the morning and look at the day the way I used to when I was a child. I wished I could walk down the streets and not hear those constant, abrasive sounds from the mouths of the opposite sex. Damn, I wished the world would let me be myself.

In the little patch of concrete by the front porch were the two pennies stuck in there when Leroy and I started first grade. "Long as we got those two cents," Carrie would say, "we ain't broke.

We have tears in our eyes As we wave our goodbyes, We so loved being with you, we three. So do please now and then Come and see us again, The Giraffe and the Pelly and me. All you do is to look At a page in this book Because that's where we always will be. No book ever ends When it's full of your friends The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.

It is almost worth going away because it's so lovely coming back.

Ah yes, and something else again. Because what I am trying to tell you… What I have been trying so hard to tell you all along is simply that my father, without the slightest doubt, was the most marvelous and exciting father any boy ever had.

My grandmother was the only grandmother I ever met who smoked cigars.

Puffin is over seventy years old.

I am totally convinced that most grown-ups have completely forgotten what it is like to be a child between the ages five and ten.

In the end there's nothing left except a pair of shoes and a bundle of old clothes.

Si uno se detenía a curiosear a través del cristal, podía ver las paredes forradas de arriba abajo con libros y, si abría la puerta y entraba, inmediatamente lo envolvía el hedor a cartón viejo y hojas de té que impregna el interior de toda librería de lance de Londres.

Allí están, en tus cajones, junto a los petardos que te sobraron de Navidad y las canicas de cristal: tus libros.

I was possessed by what the Germans call Sehnsucht, one of those wonderfully untranslatable words that combines longing and nostalgia for a home that one doesn't even know is one's home.

In Neptune, the past was always grabbing at your ankles, trying to pull you back.

Sure, there were a few more duct-taped tears in the vinyl seats, a few new dings in the fiberglass surfboards lining the walls, but the bacon was still crisp and pancakes were available twenty-four hours a day, the way the good Lord intended.

Hey, a grown man can miss his mommy without shame.