Quotes About Nostalgia

Ginny Davis—poor, dead Ginny—had lent Connie a set of yoga DVDs that looked like they'd come from the ancient 1990s.

The distractions then were card catalogs and dust and the smell of old paper and ink. The distractions were deep.

I'm no good at the new games because I rarely play them. I like old things. Old books. Old movies. Old TV shows. [...] Life was more complicated, but it was quieter, I bet. Slower. [...] The distractions then were card catalogs and dust and the smell of old paper and ink. The distractions were deep. I wonder what it would be like to go back in time, to live as long ago as the 1980s, or even further back. To know what was to come.

But, Jesus, Tommy, what do you expect me to say? I grew up with you. When we were kids your fly was open more often than the twenty-four-hour laundromat. If your dick had been a gun you could have outdrawn Doc Holliday.

O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.

Then is Now. The star you steer by is gone,its tremulous thread spun in the hurricanespider floss on my cheek; light from the zenithspun when the slowworm lay in her lapfifty years ago.

When I was a child, our whole family cooked. All my cousins cooked. All my aunts and uncles cooked. It was part of our heritage. We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us, food was part of the fabric of our day.

My mom made something that I always requested for my birthday called mock chicken legs. She would take ground veal and ground pork and mix it up with a bunch of spices, and then take a Popsicle stick and put it inside a little ball of the meat. Then you bake them. It was like a veal-and-pork hamburger rolled in ground-up Rice Krispies. It was delightful.

Genius is childhood recaptured.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

I've tried to make 'Strictly Ballroom' impossible to date. It does feel a bit '80s but I consciously made sure there was no technology in the movie that could date it.

But there are also those who are in the category that I hope stories like La Boheme can help with, and they say, "It was beautiful, it was extraordinary, it was exquisite, it was naïve, and it was perfect. But it could only be for a certain amount of time.

Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I love you more

Well, she was just seventeen You know what I mean And the way she looked Was way beyond compare

All these places had their moments With lovers and friends, I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life, I've loved them all

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

To think the first boyfriend that you lived with is John Lennon, it's hard to make that realization to someone.

When I was writing my autobiography, these songs came up from time to time which were important to me, and I realized that what they really represented was, they'd come from this age of shared music.

It occurred to me the thing that broke my heart the most was when I grew up and realized everything wasn't an adventure. I got to a certain age and realized I couldn't be Indiana Jones.

Happy Days was about a family... although the show was shot in the 70s, it was about a family in the 50s. I realized that kids were watching their parents grow up and the parents were watching themselves grow up. That was the key to the success of our show.

A lot of the Indians who came to North America in the '70s, and who made very successful adjustments, always had an idea of the India that they had left, not realizing that the India that they had left has changed more profoundly than the America they came to.

I really love my hometown. I carry that with me.

I don't want to go all Michael Jackson on you, but I never really had a childhood.