Quotes About Nostalgia

Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie's mixtape

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

there is this one photograph... that is just beautiful. it would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but i'll try. if you listen to the song "asleep," and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you've known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then i think you will see the photograph.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it...

Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

there was a time when these weren't memories.

And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.

My grandma is very old, and she doesn't remember things a lot, but she bakes the most delicious cookies. When I was very little, we had my mom's mom, who always had candy, and my dad's mom,who always had cookies. My mom told me that when I was little, I called them Candy Grandma and Cookies Grandma. I also called pizza crust pizza bones. I don't know why I'm telling you this.

I know this will all be stories someday and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening.

I drove home listening to some of the songs we listened to those times when we were infinite.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are... I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

No recuerdo a dónde íbamos o de dónde veníamos, incluso no recuerdo la temporada, sólo recuerdo caminar en medio de los dos y sentir por primera vez que pertenecía a algún lugar.