Quotes About Nostalgia

Since then, we'd used Street Fighter II to settle our disputes.

WarGames had been one of Halliday's all-time favorite movies. Which was why I had watched it over three dozen times.

William Higinbotham

The "Dorky Girl Fantasies" trilogy (Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, and Some Kind of Wonderful) and the "Dorky Boy Fantasies" trilogy (The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off).

all dressed in mid-1980s attire. A woman with a giant ozone-depleting hairdo bobbed her head to an oversize Walkman. A

I learned the name of every last goddamn Gobot and Transformer. Land of the Lost, Thundarr the Barbarian, He-Man, Schoolhouse Rock!, G.I. Joe—I knew them all. Because knowing is half the battle.

Neal Stephenson.

los cereales Cap'n Crunch.

Ernest Cline

a combination no self-respecting gunter would have trouble remembering.

Ladies and gentlemen," he said. "Please welcome…the original seven members of the greatest band in the world…Morris Day and the Time!" That was when I realized how I knew them—from their cameo at the end of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. And the DJ who had just introduced them was an NPC of Jason Mewes, probably cut and pasted here from Askewniverse in Sector Sixteen.

My avatar materialized in front of my locker on the second floor of my high school—the exact spot where I'd been standing when I'd logged out the night before.

I noticed that Halliday had added an old eight-track tape player to the cockpit control panel. There was also a rack of eight-track tapes mounted over my right shoulder. I grabbed one and slapped it into the deck. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap by AC/DC began to blast out of the robot's internal and external speakers, so loud it made my chair vibrate.

I was watching a collection of vintage '80s cereal commercials when I paused to wonder why cereal manufacturers no longer included toy prizes inside every box. It was a tragedy, in my opinion. Another sign that civilization was going straight down the tubes.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng.

What I miss today more than anything else - I don't go to church as much anymore - but that old-time religion, that old singing, that old praying which I love so much. That is the great strength of my being, of my writing.

"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together."…"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"

I sit far back in my seat, my right foot braced comfortably against the instrument panel, listening to the steady thrumming of the engines, content to reflect that I have at least come a long way since my barnstorming days. Not so long ago, in a rock-fenced field nearby, a young man named Blauvelt stepped away from a sputtering biplane and first sent me into the sky alone.

The word that most perfectly describes the city of Cuzco is evocative. Intangible dust of another era settles on its streets, rising like the disturbed sediment of a muddy lake when you touch its bottom.

Todos vosotros conocéis la profunda melancolía que nos sobrecoge al recordar los tiempos felices. Esos tiempos que se han alejado para no volver más y de los cuales estamos más implacablemente separados que por cualquier distancia. Y las imágenes de la vida son más seductoras todavía vistas en el reflejo que nos dejan, y pensamos en ellas como en el cuerpo de una amada difunta que reposara bajo tierra y que de pronto se nos apareciera, como un luminoso espejismo...

There's nothing like being in your own bed at home, and your old woman nuzzling you all over.

Me ne stavo rinchiuso nell'infanzia per balia asciutta avevo la stanzetta dove dormivo sotto i castelli di libri di mio padre. Salivano da terra sul soffitto, erano torri, cavalli e fanti di una scacchiera messa in verticale. Di notte entravano nei sogni le polveri di carta. Nell'infanzia ai piedi dei libri, gli occhi non conoscevano le lacrime.

But now the days are short,I'm in the Autumn of the year,And now I think of my lifeAs vintage wine from the old kegs.From the brim to the dregsIt poured sweet and clear;It was a very good year!

Nothing like an orange and olive green-striped couch sitting on orange carpet and surrounded by dark wood paneling to get the inspiration rolling.