Quotes About Nostalgia

The most famous person in my phone is Lindsay Lohan. We starred in 'Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen' together in 2004 and we've stayed in touch.

This street-this whole town-was so familiar that I looked straight through it, as if it were no longer a place unto itself but merely an opening onto the past.

This feeling of being in proximity to something that's lost to you, it seems like my whole life right now.

I'm very inspired by past music.

I love music videos, I really do. I think it's kind of sad that it's a dying art form.

Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste Na me dzieci?stwo sielskie, anielskie, Na moj? m?odo?? górn? i durn?, Na mój wiek m?ski, wiek kl?ski; Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste…

P?acz; lecz niestety, bole?? przypomnienia Nas samych trawi, a nic wko?o nas nie zmienia!

Just as there are phantom limbs there are phantom histories, histories that are severed and discarded, but linger on as thwarted possibilities an compelling nostalgias.

The wish to be understood may be our most vengeful demand, may be the way we hang on, as asults, to our grudge against our mothers; the way we never let our mothers off the hook for their not meeting our every need. Wanting to be understood, as adults, can be our most violent form of nostalgia.

If you want to be with somebody who gets you, you prefer collusion to desire, safety to excitement (sometimes good things to prefer but not always the things most wanted). The wish to be understood may be our most vengeful demand, may be the way we hang on, as adults, to the grudge against our mothers; the way we never let our mothers of the hook for their not meeting our every need. Wanting to be understood, as adults, can be, among many other things our most violent form of nostalgia.

I asked her if she liked PJ Harvey and she said that she liked her old stuff mostly and that Uh Huh Her was pretty good too and then I tried not looking at her for a minute because she was starting to mad own my gaze like in a magnetic way and I didn't want to sweat her too much.

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

Anything that triggers good memories can't be all bad.

When I was a small boy, old people used to squat down to my eye level and ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, to which my answer was invariably, "a pirate." Their stunned silence was always very reassuring.

Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.

It was hard not to grieve for all the pleasant things that were gone. While they were there I had accepted them unthinkingly and without thanks.

She needs to make one phone call, and she wishes she could make it into her past. Into last year. Or two years ago.

I'm at that place I grew up to leave.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

To this day, I cannot imagine my parents ever having been in love, nor can I fathom what attracted them to each other. Although there are photographs of them together in our baby albums, I have no memories of them as a married couple.

Look, I had a passion for comic books growing up.

I have a secret passion for horse riding. I haven't done it for ages, but I used to have a horse. I love it; it's one of my favourite things.

I always take a cashmere blanket, and I have pictures of my family in my passport holder.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.