Quotes About Nostalgia

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy. [Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]

If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best.

One of the uncovenanted benefits of living for a long time is that, having so many more dead than living friends, death can appear as a step backwards into the joyous past.

The Radiohead record, 'The Bends' is my all-time favorite record on the planet.

I dont really watch a lot of TV, but I do watch Adventure Time, The Amazing World of Gumball, and Looney Tunes and old classic cartoons.

There will never be a time when the old horse is not superior to any auto ever made.

If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time

Spring training means flowers, people coming outdoors, sunshine, optimism and baseball. Spring training is a time to think about being young again.

They weren't great pictures, but they were fun, and they really represented that period of time well.

Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

I'm a big fan of period pieces, and I'm a big fan of the old-time westerns.

When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.

What's best about those seaside towns is that they are like time warps, and that's why people go there.

I saw Len Hutton in his prime, Another time, another time.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

The clock doesn't matter in baseball. Time stands still or moves backwards. Theoretically, one game could go on forever. Some seem to.

I was a child actor, so when I started filming when I was five years old, it was a long time ago.

For me, a good friend is someone you might only see once or twice a year but each time it feels as though you've just seen them last week.

You never know the last time you'll see a place. A person.

Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

The work of memory collapses time.

You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.