Quotes About Nostalgia

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.

Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.

Holy cow," Beckett said, turning to Madison. "You all must've been a handful growing up." "What, us? Five little angels.

Her thoughts flashed back to earlier this morning, when he'd pulled her into the darkness of the back staircase and kissed her socks off. Even now her heart fluttered like butterfly wings. Meridith

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.

She stared into his eyes. He had a way of catching her completely off guard. Always had. Even back when they'd been friends, back before she and Jack had gotten together.

You can call me Seth, you know." She shrugged. "You used to." She used to do other things with him too. Like laugh and touch and make small talk. "Jack always called you Murphy. I got used to it.

She traced the shape of those lips. They were damp and plush and too far away. "You have really nice lips. I missed them." One side of them kicked up, his eyes opening. "Is that all you missed?" She couldn't count on both hands everything she'd missed about Beau. About the Callahans, about Summer Harbor.

He remembered the way she looked wearing his hat, remembered the warmth of her in his arms as they danced, their first kiss in the barn when he'd been rocked by the riot she'd caused inside him. There was nothing he didn't remember. Including the way she looked at him, like he hung the moon and the stars. It was the look Dylan referred to, the one that convinced his friend her feelings were real. Wade would give anything to have her here now, looking at him like that.

Case in point: On one of their first dates, he brought her a box of Ivory Flakes soap. Who needs flowers? Roses fade, but flaky soap available from the PX lasted months. Having Ivory Flakes was a rarity in itself, and also saved her valuable time—one less line to stand in, only to find that the grocer was out. Again. That was romance, as far as Colleen was concerned. Maybe this guy was a keeper after all.

To speak somewhat frankly, every boy I've known as well as killed has struck me as his corpse's baby picture.

How cool would it have been to live back when the wind and birds and avalanches sounded like Black Sabbath, and killing gave people these huge fucking hard-ons?

Coming from Chicago, I like a white Christmas.

It would be better maybe if we could stop loving the children and their delicate brawls, pelting across the square in tandem, deking from cover to cover in raucous celebration and they are never winded, bemusing us with the rites of our own gone childhood; if only they stopped mattering, the children, it might be possible, now while the square lies stunned by noon.

This world can only give me reminders of what I don't have, can never have, didn't have for long enough.

Growing up I didn't watch movies.

Nostalgia is your remembrance of the things in the past, not necessarily as they were in reality. Nostalgia is often negative, and yet it can sometimes trigger a positive phenomenon that works exactly in reverse. Nostalgia can lead to strong yearnings for discovering new lands, exploring newer oceans, and offering your unlimited creativity in most unfamiliar spaces - everything that is beyond your normal limitations, and outside your comfort zone.

I am wandering aimlessly in this labyrinth of memories.

Yankee Stadium is my favorite stadium; I'm not going to lie to you. There's a certain feel you get in Yankee Stadium.

Ah, the twins. I'll never forget the day they were born," and his smile dipped as he added, "no matter how hard I try…

He liked murder. Murder and long walks had been two of his favorite things when he was younger.