Quotes About Nostalgia

What the younger generations don't have are letters." … "Why bother when you can e-mail, phone or text." … "As we contact each other more and more", … "there is, oddly, nothing to show for it.

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Some people are hard to imagine as children.

Come on over here and meet my memories

Both of my twins are a long way from Hollywood, but when they get together they reminisce about their childhood with, they assure me, a great deal of nostalgia. They tell people they had a marvelous childhood. I hope they all did. I tried to give them that—because it's really all that a parent can do. A parent has to guide, advise, educate, and love them. If they're sure of the love, they'll accept the guidance.

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was.

He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a whiff of ancient, buried cities.

city, but still it lingered, like a tune or an aroma, set in motion whenever

No internet?" I was stunned. No digital camera. No cell phone. No Google. No drugs. No wine. Why it was almost like my mother's house in 1972.

Adèle Douchett

And now they were across the world in a wholly new place, but -- and she wasn't sure what this meant -- every new place reminded her of an old place. The moon, after all, was still the moon.

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.

Mom wouldn't approve of taffy for breakfast, magic word or no magic word, but Gramma Dee is different that way. A lot of grammas are.

Prófugo de un dolor que ya no existe, llevo 500 noches celebrando la impúdica belleza de estar triste

Tanto la quería, que, tardé, en aprender a olvidarla, diecinueve días y quinientas noches.

I just yesterday returned from a trip where I photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of the two children.

I wonder if sometimes you can miss something so much it breaks you, and still be happy you left.

I don't know when Tiger Lily stopped growing older; I can't pinpoint that moment. But I do know I never saw her visibly age beyond the days when she was with Peter. I like to think her growing stopped the day they were on the plateau, watching the horses.

The day felt almost like any other day of the summer, like they'd rewound and summer was still ahead of them. But this time, from the start, there would be no question of whether they had each other or not. This time, they would know.

I think we carry home on our backs.

Peter sank. "I'd give anything to see time.

The moment slipped away, but because it wasn't perfect, it was the most perfect one she could remember having

It is just that she was fifteen once for the first time, and Peter walked across her heart, and left his footprints there.

She tucked her letter and her picture in alongside it, and she ran her hands over those too. It made her feel closer to many things that were far away, that made her smile.