Quotes About Nostalgia

I would stare at that strange picture, kissing it and crying over it, happy because once it had been true.

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!

So fuck you, Los Angeles, fuck your palm trees, and your highassed women, and your fancy streets, for I am going home, back to Colorado, back to the best damned town in the USA - Boulder, Colorado.

Damn! I hate farewells!

Halt waved farewell, tilting his chair onto its back legs as he drained his coffee. Will frowned at him. 'When I was your apprentice, you used to tell me not to do that. Said it'd loosen the chair legs.' 'And so it will,' Halt said, smiling contentedly. 'But it's your chair now, so why should I care?

Struikrovers zijn ook niet meer wat ze geweest zijn,' zei Will met gespeelde spijt terwijl hij Donald duimboeien ombond en hem aan hun kleine stoet toevoegde. 'Waren ze vroeger dan slimmer?' vroeg Maddie. Will haalde zijn schouders op. 'Dat kan toch haast niet anders?

Jammer - ik begon net weer aan mijn oude vertrouwde baard te wennen.' 'Die heerlijke wildernis,' flapte Will eruit.

Rocky Top" that

Disco sure did suck.

RememberWhen we last gathered roses in the garden,I found my wits; but truly you lost yours.

everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...

everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...

we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...

A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...

If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

Nostalgia is a powerful drug to which intelligent and sensitive people resort when they are bored or frightened by the times they are living in; and comforting doses are increased as their dislike of the present is reinforced by dread of the future.

I don't think a really good pie can be made without a dozen or so children peeking over your shoulder as you stoop to look in at it every little while.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.