Quotes About Nostalgia

Hey John, I have an early version of The Last Hurrah you left in a class we shared back in 1994. I'd gladly return it to you.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

She just wasn't sure she had yet been to the place she was homesick for.

I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill.

Sometimes she woke up speaking his name. Sometimes she wondered how it were possible to be so far from the sea and still feel as if she were drowning.

Just a little homesick, Alice answered. It was the truth, she thought. She just wasn't sure she had yet been to the place she was homesick for.

I wi-li-lished I li-li-lived in Molahonkey la-la-land The la-la-land where I-li-li was bo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lorn So I-li-li could play-la-lay my o-lo-lold banjo-lo-lo My o-lo-lold ban-jo-lo-lo won't go-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo.

He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.

felt an almost umbilical pull toward home, the comfort offered by a conventional family and a traditional Sunday lunch.

don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night. • F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, Tender Is the Night

The sights and sounds of home.

Why do you think nobody writes love letters like these anymore?" she says instead, pulling one from her bag. "I mean, yes, there are texts and e-mails and things, but nobody sends them in language like this, do they? Nobody spells it out anymore like our unknown lover did.

all I felt when I saw Vanessa was this weird sensation I used to get when I was a kid, like when you're at a friend's house and your mum comes to get you before you're ready.

I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more." I released the door handle. "Sure." I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill.

The door opened slowly, and there he stood, still in the same cornflower blue shirt I remembered from two summers previously, but a newer, shorter haircut, perhaps a vain attempt to combat the ageing effects of extreme grief.

I didn't say much; my head was still ringing with the music, and I didn't want it to fade.

My aunt Lina will be waiting there with her apron open, ready to catch the head. She makes the best souse—that's from the tongue, ears and feet—this side of the Cumberland Gap. But my favorite part of the whole day, since I was small, is when Daddy tips all the innards into a tub and we get to choose the best bit to roast.

The world is full of lasts,

The last time you pick up your child. The last time you hug a parent. The last time you cook dinner in a house full of the people you love.

The problem with getting older was not so much that one got stuck on the past, Vivi often thought, but that there was so much more of the past to get lost in.

It's nineties music. Olden-days stuff!" she said cheerfully, and I tried not to think too hard about the fact that I was, in her eyes, basically geriatric.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to." ? Jojo Moyes, Me Before You

Even thinking about heading up there again made my heart thump harder; it took nothing for me to recall that sense of the world disappearing from beneath me, like a rug pulled from under my feet.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, if you're stuck in one of these, all you have are the places in your memory that you can go to.