Quotes About Nostalgia

She thought of her distant youth. The world was not so humorous then, but it had been more important.

If I could be small again, Monique told me at the playground's fence, slurring her words and watching Caitlin sob, I'd want to have a friend like her.

The worst feeling in the world is the homesickness that comes over a man occasionally when he is at home.

You can say this for ready-mixes - the next generation isn't going to have any trouble making pies exactly like mother used to make.

You can say this for ready-mixes — the next generation isn't going to have any trouble making pies exactly like mother used to make.

Kokusunu çoktan unuttu?um bir zaman diliminde bile, ken­dini parma??n a?z?na as?l? an?ms?yorsan, öykü ba?lam??t?r. öykü, annenin sümerce bir yenilgi yaz?t? olmas?d?r. baba, her zaman oldu?u gibi karanl?k bir kap? aral???, dikenli bir kilit sesi. o içeri girdi?inde, sen art?k hep d??ardas?n.

I guess you only know your home when you come back to it.

My friend and I sang an a cappella rendition of Extreme's 'More Than Words' at one of our football pep rallies in a desperate attempt to look cool. For a while, I wore pink Converse All Stars because I thought it made me seem daring and irreverent.

Looking back, we were poor, but no one told us.

Instead of confronting what we have done to bring us to such a moment, we forget, or as Baldwin put it, retreat into a "weird nostalgia," a longing for a time that never was. What was needed, he believed, was an unflinching confrontation with the ruins. That included confronting the ongoing terror and brutality of white supremacy.

Time passes, but memories linger.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

The past is a pebble in my shoe.

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.

A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me.

Of all the places I didn't want to live, the past was at the top of the list.

Maybe other people found comfort in memories, but not me. Memories brought pain

the corner by the old Piggly Wiggly building, I felt the familiar edge

Those years on Marbachweg were among our best times.

Cheap, sentimental things

I suppose I ought to describe my father, but it isn't easy. Sometimes over the years he seemed one thing and sometimes another. He was a good-looking man, strong and ruddy. When I was little he seemed tall to me, but by the time I was thirteen he had become medium.

When we are young... we often experience things in the present with a nostalgia-in-advance, but we seldom guess what we will truly prize years from now.

I'd learned to feel nostalgia for my own youth while I was living it.

I'd rather come back with a few transcendent memories than an album of snapshots.