Quotes About Nostalgia

I'm a big Hall and Oates fan.

As a really young child, I was listening to the echoes of the age before, music hall and stuff like that, as well as classical bits on the radio.

I was brought up in a tenement house in a working district. We didn't even have a bathroom! We had a gaslight in the hallway and a black-and-white TV.

Call me All-American, but I love Ham and Cheese sandwiches. And not just any old ham and cheese sandwich... My mother's is the best. I've tried many times to make these sandwiches on my own, but it's never the same.

Believe me, I look back on West Ham in a good way.

I'm a girl from East Ham.

When I was a kid, I was really into the shows my older brothers were into. I got all the action figures handed down to me, but I couldn't go to the store to buy new ones because they were discontinued; they didn't exist anymore.

The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose.

Kit [to Claire]: Our Ma was a brilliant wee woman, wasn't she?

There was John Masefield's The Box of Delights; and the C. S. Lewis Narnia books; and Patricia Lynch's The Turf-Cutter's Donkey; The Winter of Enchantment by Victoria Walker; Black Hearts in Battersea by Joan Aiken; several of Rosemary Sutcliff's historical novels, including Susan's favorite, The Silver Branch; Power of Three by Diana Wynne Jones; The Weirdstone of Brisingamen by Alan Garner; Five Children and It by E. Nesbit; and many others.

Come, said Tanitha. Come to the Great Hall, and we will lie down with the puppies, and I will tell you a story. One about the Dog with the Wonderful Nose? asked Anya. She tried to smile, but found herself crying instead. But those are for puppies and children. You can never be too old for stories about the Dog with the Wonderful Nose, said Tanitha.

Camp out in the living room. Spread your blankets and pillows on the floor. Get your Pepsi and popcorn. Pretend the TV is broken and talk like you used to when you were dating. Talk till the sun comes up or something else happens. If the floor gets too hard, go back upstairs and go to bed. You won't forget this evening!

We used to have songs for everything, and nobody knows the songs anymore. There were songs for dogs, for good dogs and bad dogs, and songs to make them work or track bear. There were songs for all of everything.

Whoever says youth is the best time in your life has cash in hand and can't remember being poor.

events were burned into his memory and so he used them to remember time

Life for young American college graduates is a festive affair. Free of having to support their families, they mostly have gay parties on rooftops where they reflect at length upon their quirky electronic childhoods and sometimes kiss each other on the lips and neck.

That's what I admire about youngish Italians, the slow dimunition of ambition, the recognition that the best is far behind them.

I thought of Eunice's lips on my nose, the love mixed in with the pain, the foretaste of almonds and salt. I thought of how it was all just too beautiful to ever let go.

Now that they had moved back into the main house, Nat back into her tiny room (though she did have occasional sleepovers at Karen and Vinod's) and he and his wife into theirs, a familial charm had fallen over him, best exemplified by the contradictory smells of bacon in the mornings and Sabbath candles on Friday night. He

They drank a cheap Hungarian riesling that spelled "headache" after the third glass. They held hands. The lights were going out at the Garibaldi nursing home across the street, a five-story residence built in the sixties to prove how closely a building could resemble Formica.

He worried that when he would speak of the past, he would sound and look old, as all ancient storytelling men did.

cheeses so filled with aromatic herbs they inspired memories that had never happened.

And between them I am rosy cheeked, aflame with health and joy. I am still the owner of the same stupid Soviet polka-dot shirt, but most of it is hidden by a new Italian sweater, its shoulders ringed with something like epaulets, so that I may continue the fantasy that I will join the Red Army someday. My hair is as long and unruly as the Italian state, and the gap between my crooked teeth is its own opera, but the rings under my eyes that have made such an underaged raccoon out of me are gone.

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