Quotes About Nostalgia

Viewed in the context of epidemic nostalgia for the Soviet past, these results made sense: they represented yet another way of returning to the paternalistic state.20

Seems he and the Master Chief had spent part of the night reminiscing about their past.

He played Sarah McLachlan. For the rest of my life whenever I'd get a latte or see a sick dog, I'd think about my hymen.

There has probably never been a generation since the paleolithic that did not deplore the fecklessness of the next and worship a golden memory of the past.

Mixed in with all of its silly bullshit, Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn't have done. Then

Free Fallin' " by Tom Petty came on, so he turned it up, because everything's simpler when Tom Petty's on the radio. We're all just good girls who love our mamas, horses, and America, too, goddammit.

Mixed in with all of its silly bullshit, Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn't have done.

That's what her kind of politics is all about, right? The past is this sacred, glorified thing? Even though it never really existed in the first place." I

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

I pick up a Prince bobblehead doll. It's wearing a little purple suit. On

Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of our lives forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn't have done.

It looks like something out of Whittier's Snowbound,' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box was plainly meant to belong to Betsy and Tacy, for it fitted them so snugly.

This going around with boys makes me sick, said Tacy. I like Herbert Humphreys, said Tib. It was just like Tib to like a boy and say so. Oh, if you have to have a boy around, it might as well be Herbert, said Betsy, who liked him too. He wears cute clothes, said Tacy, blushing. Herbert Humphreys, who had come to Deep Valley from St. Paul, wore knickerbockers. The other boys in their grade wore plain short pants.

We're growing up and I don't like it, said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.

Some characters become your friends for life. That's how it was for me with Betsy and Tacy. —JUDY BLUME

Three times! Three dull blows at Betsy's heart. He must have 'phoned her twice before he came over to the Rays, and probably once after he left. She couldn't remember that Tony had ever 'phoned her. He wasn't a telephone addict as some of the boys and most of the girls were.

In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. "I wish I still lived there," said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. "It's such trouble to grow up.

i get a little romantic about the old Empire State. Just looking at it makes me want to play some Frank Sinatra tunes and sway a little. I have a crush on a building. I'd been in there several times but never to work. I always knew there were offices in there but the face never penetrated, really. You don't work in the Empire State Building. You propose in the Empire State Building. You sneak a flask up there and raise a toast to the whole city of New York.

Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.

Before the Smorgasbord, Noah Price was just a star in my sky...constant, familiar, bright and far above me.

I kind of love it," Nate said, looking around. "It looks like the moisture farm that Luke Skywalker lives on.

Her old high school was a fine high school, if you liked high school. It wasn't bad or evil. It was just like it was supposed to be - miles of linoleum and humming lights, the warm funk of cafeteria stink too early in the morning, the flashes of inspiration that were quickly quashed by long stretches of tedium, and the perpetual desire to be somewhere else.

She knew that neither his clothes nor the years stood between her and the living intactness of that memory.