Quotes About Nostalgia

Do you like eighties music, Nurse Willowes?" "Can we discuss the oldies another time?" "What? What? The oldies? I've already had a man kicking in my ribs, and now you pull out my heart." "Hey!

She bought tennis rackets, didn't know if Wayne knew how to play. It had been so long for herself that she couldn't even remember how to score. She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.

Harper said, "But Snuffleupagus was real." "That is the most wonderful sentence I have ever heard. I want that on my gravestone. Snuffleupagus was real. No more. Just that.

Vic had gotten rid of the Hoff years ago. The Hoff was a loser, and Trans Ams were oil-leaking shitboxes. She didn't miss him.

they had had some good times together, and Buddy had made a decent meal in the end. Really, what else could you ask from a parent? He

The past is always close, so close you can sing along with it, anytime you like.

They have eighties sing-alongs after breakfast. Toto and Hall & Oates." "In that case," the Fireman said, "I think I'd rather burn alive.

If he took you camping after he died, my boy, then you would have a story to tell!

An old flame," Harper said.

Snuffleupagus was real. No

The memory of that day in the dump made him a little sentimental for his father—they had had some good times together, and Buddy had made a decent meal in the end. Really, what else could you ask from a parent?

It's like . . . a house after someone moves out. The house is still there, but all their stuff is gone. Someone took away the furniture and rolled up the rugs. The movers crated all the parts of Shelly Beukes up and shipped her away. There's just not much left of her anymore except the empty house.

It was hard to venture back near the place you had been bred without settling into the characteristics of the person you had been there.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

In our beautiful memory We were all handsome. We all could sing. We all had the heart Of the prettiest girl in town. And we all hit .300.

but a drunk doesn't care about what's been said before, he cares about now and about how he feels, dragging that stuff up is like putting on a good old blues song you've heard a hundred times. You know the words, but it still does you good.

Nell'invecchiare – e, in realtà, non è che sia poi così vecchio: neanche arrivo ai sessanta – scopro che per me il passato ha più importanza del presente. Non sarà un bene, però è la verità. All'epoca, tutto era ben più intenso. Il sole era più caldo. Il vento più fresco. I cani più svegli.

I often told myself I didn't mind aging, but now I found myself constantly wishing I was young and that I could do it all over again, and differently.

Time is like that. Especially when you're young. It can fix a lot of things, and what it doesn't fix, you forget, or at least push back and only bring out at certain times, which is what I did, now and then, late at night, just before sleep claimed me.

We were in our broken-down Buick that had come from a time when cars were big and the American dream lay well within reach for just about anyone white and male and straight who wanted to reach for it. All others, take a number and wait.

In looking back on the novel, I can see a lot of things I would do differently now, but the truth of the matter is, rewriting old work does little more than dress it in new clothes, and sometimes you don't want that. You don't want to see some old guy out there in a speedo. Just doesn't look right. Also, something written with the energy of the moment and in its time makes it different than when you come back and coldly remodel it. It looses its original charm if it ever had any.

Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.

I will always love you, or anyway, I will always have loved you now.

We'll always have yesterday.