Quotes About Nostalgia

Logen still remembered the first time he had to leave someone behind, remembered it like it was yesterday. Strange how the boy's name had gone but the face was with him still.

Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact. The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.

Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact. The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.

He remembered other times and other campfires, when he had not been alone.

Comes to be everything reminds you of something past. Somewhere past. Someone. Yourself, maybe, how you were. The now gets fainter and the past more and more real. The future worn down to but a stub.' Lamb

La mejor pradera es la que siempre se encuentra al otro lado del horizonte. El agua más dulce, la del siguiente río. El cielo más azul, el que siempre ves encima de otra colina. Y antes de que te des cuenta, una mañana te castañetean las articulaciones y no puedes dormir dos horas seguidas sin levantarte a orinar, y sólo entonces comprendes que el mejor lugar quedó atrás, y que no lo viste porque estabas obsesionado en seguir adelante.

Eszébe jutott Frieflif sörének íze, és megnyalta a szája szélét, de ekkor elkapta Rulf rosszalló pillantását, és egyb?l eszébe jutott Friedlif sörének íze, amikor éppen visszafelé jött.

When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact.

I miss you,' said Rikke. Said it to both of them. But she wasn't sure whether she missed them, or she missed who she'd been when she was with them.

The best days of summer are the days of summer gone.

I can't let them go, those days of summer gone.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

I remember a little girl who had a white rabbit coat and hat and muff. Actually, I don't remember the little girl. I remember the coat and the hat and the muff.

I worry whether it's not really the best way to live one's life - trying to fulfill the dreams you had as a child. Maybe it's quite a backwards approach.

automatically romance their past, feeling the same way every day.

Where could you go in Harrisonville?-this smalltime place haunted by by homilies, platitudes, and booshwah.

I liked AC/DC," Lee said. "If you were going to shoot someone, you'd really want to do it while you were listening to them." "What about the Beatles? Did you feel like shooting anyone listening to them?" Lee considered seriously for a moment, then said, "Myself." At the same time he was laughing, Ig was distressed. Not liking the Beatles was almost as bad as not knowing about them at all.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better...

Christmas was almost four months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

I miss you, Jude. I'm looking forward to putting my arms around you. We're going to sing just like the old days. Everyone sings here. After a while it kind of sounds like screaming. Just listen. Listen and you can hear them screaming.

She came back from the eighties to save mankind. Martha Quinn is our only hope.

Christmas was almost three months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.