Quotes About Nostalgia

This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent

Yes, life has a glitter now-of a sort. That's what's wrong with it. The old days had no glitter but they had a charm, a beauty, a slow-paced glamour.

There will never again be men like them, said Carreen softly. No one can take their places.

And these children will never talk of anything else either. They'll think it was wonderful and glorious to fight the Yankees and come home blind and crippled—or not come home at all. They all like to remember the war, to talk about it. But I don't. I don't even like to think about it. I'd forget it all if I could—oh, if I only could!

whenever Gerald galloped around the bend in the road and saw his own roof rising through green branches, his heart swelled with pride as though each sight of it were the first sight.

What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.

I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television.

In the old days, we painstakingly copied our emails onto paper, put a stamp on them and mailed them to arrive 4 to 5 days later. We also churned our own butter and used our phones for talking.

There's a whole kind of melancholy that you can only attain with reverb. That's an example of a technology introducing a whole new meaning.

The eighties were my teen years, so the GoGos are sort of a touchstone.

I'm so thankful I can write songs. I can capture all those memories in my songs and keep those memories alive.

My father walked to school 4 o'clock every morning with no shoes on, uphill, both ways, in 5 feet of snow and he was thankful.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.

Since I was a kid, every Thanksgiving growing up in New York, we always watched 'The March of the Wooden Soldiers' by Laurel and Hardy. Never miss it.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

That was a great time, the summer of '71 - I can't remember it, but I'll never forget it!

So ahead of my time even when i rhyme about the future I be reminiscing

I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting.

We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

Growing up too fast and I do recall, Wishin' time would stop right in it's tracks.

My favorite guitar solo of all time was Elliot Randall's on 'Reelin' In The Years'.

The great thing about the movies ... is-you're giving people little ... tiny pieces of time ... that they never forget.