Quotes About Nostalgia

Di solto torno a casa a piedi da scuola, perché così ho la sensazione di essermela guadagnata. Mi spiego: voglio poter raccontare ai miei bambini che andavo a scuola come facevano i miei nonnni «ai loro tempi».

And we were talking about things that seemed important at the time. And we were looking up that hill. And then Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun. Then, I started running. And everything was as good as it could be.

I guess I could tell people about Punk Rocky and walking home from school and things like that. Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it because they don't involve a ball.

And he made a home run, and his team won the state championship. The greatest thing about this story is that every time my dad tells it, it never changes. He's not one to exaggerate.

I wold describe it to you, but I think it's the kind of thing where you have to be there or at least know the people. But then again, maybe you knew the same people when you went to your high school dances, if you know what I mean.

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

I read the book again that night because I knew that if I didn't, I would probably start crying again.

Is that you, Charlie? Sam's making me a milkshake.

On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, Write about me sometime. And I typed back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed. I will. And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something. I love you too.

Me acosté en su vieja cama, y miré por la ventana este árbol que probablemente era mucho más pequeño cuando mi padre lo miraba. Y pude sentir lo que sentía en la noche cuando se dio cuenta de que si no se iba, nunca sería su vida. Sería de ellos.

Si escuchas la canción Asleep, y piensas en esos días en los que hace un clima precioso que te hace recordar cosas, y piensas en los ojos más hermosos que has visto jamás, y lloras, y esa persona te devuelve el abrazo, entonces creo que verás la fotografía.

Do you ever miss him?

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive." And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things.

Pensó que hay un momento en el que se termina la niñez y deseo que ese momento estuviera lejos.

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

Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad. And maybe it's just the fact that we loved Aunt Helen, especially me, and this was the time we could spend with her.

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

There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I though that some days those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all 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.

I even got out my old sled and my old scarf. There is something cozy about that for me.

Eu sei que provoquei tudo isso. Sei que mereço. Eu tento de tudo para não ser assim. Faço de tudo para agradar a todos. E não tenho de ver meu psiquiatra, que me explique sobre ser agressivo-passivo. E não tenho de tomar o remédio que ele me passa, que é caro demais para meu pai. E não tenho de falar de minhas lembranças com ele. Ou ser nostálgico com coisas ruins.

I laid down on his old bed, and I looked through the window at this tree that was probably a lot shorter when my dad looked at it. And I could feel what he felt on the night when he realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs. At least that's how he's put it.

I always wanted to be on a sports team like that. I'm not sure why, but I always thought it would be fun to have "glory days".

My dad said I couldn't drive until the weather cleared up, and it finally did a little bit yesterday. I made a mix tape for the occasion. It is called "The First Time I Drove." Maybe I'm being too sentimental, but I like to think that when I'm old, I will be able to look at all these tapes and remember those drives.

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.