Quotes About Nostalgia

When George was a kid he used to follow me and my first girlfriend, Cynthia—who became my wife—around. We'd come out of art school, and he'd be hovering around like those kids at the gate of the Dakota now.

The things we used to do together were alien now. Lonesome star, shine on.

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with—nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape.

I made a new friend in the summer of 1999 who wore a rubber band around her wrist with Paul Westerberg's name written on it. Her favorite song was "Unsatisfied" and she gave the song back to me, without knowing she was doing it, and soon I loved it as much as ever.

Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together and

As your life grows longer, and your memory gets fuller, The Beatles come with you, and mutate along the way. They define the extremes of your memory; they are with you when you are just discovering music, too young to know better, and they remain with you, on top of all the other heart noise crowding your chemistry, when you are supposedly too old for surprises.

You've Really Got a Hold on Me" and "Money (That's What I Want)," but for me "Please Mr. Postman" houses them both. It's another blizzard of oh yeah screams—in America "Please Mr. Postman" was on The Beatles' Second Album alongside "She Loves You" and "I'll Get You," making it a concept album about the word "yeah.

Some couples stop making each other tapes—I have no idea what happens to them.

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

There are all kinds of mix tapes. there is always a reason to make one.

Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I'm a mix-tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.

I get sentimental over the music of the '90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I'm concerned the '90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps.

But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.

Nothing connects to the moment like music. I count the music to bring me back, or more precisely, to bring her forward.

Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of life.

The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about.

wasn't saying he smelled like homemade cookies or baking bread. I hadn't had that kind of home—probably no one outside a Disney movie had.

Van Morrison's Astral Weeks

If you pray enough for things, I am proof that they can happen. I feel like a kid on Christmas day now, every day. It's something I have wanted for a long time and I am as happy as anyone to be here. It is great to be back at my first love.

cherished his Nebraska

Look through the reels of your memory and embrace them with gratitude.

Ursula excelled me without difficulty in swimming, sailing, and fell-walking alike. Marriage had sheered off the first edge of romance from our actual caresses, but there was a sweet affection between us, as between a devoted brother and a devoted sister, though I suppose that is not an approved way of putting it. I always wanted a sister, and never more than at this present moment.

I conned the musty stock. At the back of the shop . . . . glimmered the façade of an enormous dolls' house. I wanted it at once.

the evening crowd on University Avenue appeared to be living in an earlier American era, one lacking desperation, hysteria, and Fox News.