Quotes About Nostalgia

When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The shorty story is, we grew up together. But that's more Josh's and my story. High school sweethearts? That's Peter and Gen's story. So what's ours, then? I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.

it's hard to believe everything won't be this way forever—the two of us on our bikes going

Come back. Be the you I love and remember.

Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well." I feel a pinch in my heart. When she says it that way, it's so sad. "You could become friends again, after some time has passed." But it wouldn't be the same, I know that. You'd always be mourning

A good scrapbook has texture. It's thick and chunky and doesn't close all the way.

I'm a person who saves things. I'll hold on forever.

But I didn't regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

I remember what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. You think you'll never love like that again. But you do. " pg. 387

The first crickets of summer are chirping. This is the soundtrack of my summer and every summer.

Her eyes never stop shining. It makes me wish I was little again and everything could be solved with a Christmas Day puppy. I

even in my sleep I knew exactly how good it used to be. How right it was. And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can't stop yourself from dreaming.

I felt a sudden rush of affection for her. Nostalgia, a shared history, counted for a lot. More than I'd realized.

For my birthday that August, Conrad gave me a glass unicorn. Not the small one, but the big one that cost twenty dollars. Its horn broke off during one of Jeremiah and Steven's wrestling matches, but I kept it. I kept it right on top of my bureau. How could I have thrown such a gift away?

Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

The hum of a memory, blurry around the edges, soft and nothing particularly special, all kind of blending into one moment.

Once upon a time I knew his face by heart. I had him memorized.

At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that's more Josh's and my story. High school sweethearts? That's Peter and Gen's story. So what's ours, then? I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.

One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again.

Hiç ç?kmam?? olsak da John'u yeniden görmek, eski erkek arkada?? görme hissi uyand?rm??t?. Hüzünlü bir his. Tan?d?k ama biraz tuhaft? çünkü aram?zda söylenmemi? o kadar çok ?ey vard? ki...

Dolab?m? bo?altmam çok zaman?m? ald?. Peter'?n yazd???, saklad???m baz? notlar? buldum ve kupür albümüme koyabilmek için dikkatlice çantama att?m. Eski bir gofret. Tozlu, siyah saç tokalar?; ki bu oldukça ironikti çünkü ihtiyac?n?z oldu?unda onlar? asla bulamazd?n?z.

kepimin çantamda olup olmad???n? kontrol ettim. Bugün liseden mezun olacakt?m. Bu fikir akl?ma siziverdi: büyümek.

Even though we never dated, seeing John again is what I imagine seeing an old boyfriend feels like. A wishful sort of feeling. Familiar, but just a little bit awkward, because there's so much left unsaid between us.

Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.