Quotes About Nostalgia

When I look back, it was a strange period in my life, looking at my childhood and then my teenage years and forming Slayer when I was still 17, not out of high school.

I did my homework and didn't go out much, and had a very highly developed kitsch fantasy life where I dreamed of being a dancing girl.

I'm proud of what I achieved there, but a life built on memories is not much of a life.

Some of my favorite places I have been in my life exist only in dreams.

You're nice,' Cushie told him, squeezing his hand. 'And you're my oldest friend.' But they both must have known that you can know someone all your life and never quite be friends.

You grew up way too fast and now there's nothing to believe; and re-runs all become our history.

When my life is throughAnd the angels ask me to recallThe thrill of them allThen I shall tell themI remember you

Some characters become your friends for life. That's how it was for me with Betsy-Tacy.

I enjoyed growing up part of my life in Virginia Beach. We had the ocean and the beach and a beautiful landscape.

Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.

My grandmother had pale hands that looked like sturdy veins. She wrote poetry, too, and sang. Though she knew few lovers, I hope here breasts were admired as mine are two silver deities two shining steeples giving testament to the sky. — And So to Receive You

I don't know why, but the older I get the more interested I get in my parents' marriage. And it's interesting to be married yourself, too, because there is an inevitable comparison.

Try to remember it always," he said once Gogol had reached him, leading him slowly back across the breakwater, to where his mother and Sonia stood waiting. "Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.

He owned an expensive camera that required thought before you pressed the shutter, and I quickly became his favorite subject, round-faced, missing teeth, my thick bangs in need of a trim. They are still the pictures of myself I like best, for they convey that confidence of youth I no longer possess, especially in front of a camera.

You remind me of everything that followed.

It felt almost like a dream from long ago. I remembered another Ji-li, one who was always praised by her teachers and respected by her classmates. A Ji-li who always pushed herself to do better, achieve more.

History is the art of making an argument about the past by telling a story accountable to evidence. In the writing of history, a story without an argument fades into antiquarianism; an argument without a story risks pedantry. Writing history requires empathy, inquiry, and debate. It requires forswearing condescension, cant, and nostalgia. The past isn't quaint. Much of it, in fact, is bleak.

It's just that we wear rose-coloured spectacles when we return here [to Oxford] – we are dazzled by the foolish idealism of our youthful years.

Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.

If we ruled the world, I guarantee you they never would have cancelled Firefly

Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.

I was half asleep lying there writing this lyric in my head at about 3:30 in the morning. I woke Steve up with this idea and then we went into the living room where there was a little upright piano and finished the song. I wonder where that piano is now?

It always puzzled Billy that so many of his most fond and formative memories took place in winter. The fact was that he never liked this season, except as a young child when falling white flakes were magical, and the sun on the snow-covered baseball fields in the park was the color of light through quartz.

There are events in one's life which, no matter how remote, never fade from memory