Quotes About Nostalgia

There's such a theme when it comes to Christmas, and we're so used to hearing that theme over and over in different ways with the classic Christmas songs.

I was a pop star at one point, and I sang the 'Shaun The Sheep' theme.

The theme song of 'Doug' was my ringtone once for literally a year.

My favorite thing to do as a kid was pretend I was in the opening credits of a sitcom. As the theme song would play, I'd look up at the imaginary camera and smile as my name would flash on the screen.

If you want to page me, It's OK! I've actually had guys tell me they were fans from the 'Kim Possible' days. And I've met people who still have the 'Kim Possible' theme song as their ringtone.

Milkshake' was my theme song as soon as it came out. I think I was 13. I just love Kelis. Full stop.

Now that he'd seen her, he knew what he'd long suspected. He was far from over her. *

And he thought—Just give me time. I'm going to get that picture put in storage. *

She shook her head against his shoulder. She inhaled his scent, remembered the lusty night that had gotten them here. She closed her eyes. Such a sweet memory…. And he felt one of them kick him in her belly. He pulled her closer, tighter, wanting more of that.

Mike stepped up his phone calls to Brie to almost every day and it reminded him of how he'd fallen in love when he was a boy.

He was wearing sweatpants, his chest and feet bare, a towel slung around his neck and his hair wet from the shower. She flushed a little, remembering that wide, hard chest as it had been pressed against her breasts. And those muscular arms that had held him up over her to keep from crushing her with his weight. "I

I know, I know, but there was something about the pains we had as kids, the melodrama and agony over things that didn't really matter but mattered so much just the same….

It's strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee.

So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping from the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of it all, numbly watching.

Dude," Austin said as we exited the freeway, "in fifty years, all of the old folks' homes are going to be filled with seniors listening to Justin Bieber on the oldies station and talking about how movies used to be in two-D.

but more than anything, the homecoming nomination made me feel as though I was being pushed back into a world I was happy to leave behind

because we were in love with the same dead girl.

Well, I think it's beautiful. A word for remembering small moments destined to be lost.

But her window stayed dark after I replied, even though she knew I was there, watching. So I went to sleep thinking of her, of the curve of her back in a light cotton dress, of her hair twisted up into its crown of braids, of her, leaping form the zenith of the plastic swing set and clearing the sandbox, turning a neat lap around the whole of Eastwood, California, while I stood there, trapped in the dreariness of a it all, numbly watching.

This, it occurred to me, was the deeper meaning in the mournful merriment I had been part of that day. I stood at Mam's sink before bedtime, filling an iced tea glass with water, thinking that I had underestimated this place where I was born. I knew it was a good place to be from. I had no idea how great a place it was to be.

These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.

Looking back few friends had we but I've got him and he's got me. And when the golden minute comes when we no longer wake to smell the river where the wild swans sailed the orchard where the blossoms fell, we'll smile a little thinkin' of that. Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskers me and the cat.

I was rich in those days, for a week I had everything. I wish I'd known you then.