Quotes About Nostalgia

I love Evensong. There's something sad and essentially English about it.

Never shall my sad eyes again behold Those pleasures which my thoughts did then unfold.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back

You don't have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

Most people like the sad songs. Some of the oldest songs known to man are sad. Listening to a voice singing something sad is a really great way to help you to feel sad when you need to.

When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad.

To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown?ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

There is some sadness for me now about acting because it used to be that there was a reverence for actors.

It can make you sad to look at pictures from your youth. So there's a trick to it. The trick is not to look at the later pictures.

My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

The first film I remember seeing was Bambi. It has stayed with me because it was so sad.

A lot of country music is sad.

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

If you're always sad when you think about me, then how can you remember me?

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.