Quotes About Nostalgia

But then in the back of his head he remembered his family — remembered how he used to be when he was younger and more optimistic.

where you'd parked your Civic.

I was seventeen and a half, smoking so much bud that if I remembered an hour from any one of those days it would have been a lot.

Okay, we didn't work, and all the memories to tell you the truth aren't good. But sometimes there were good times.

We went back to her place on Handy and before I could really put a hurt on her she stopped everything, dragged me up from her toto by my ears. Why is this the face I can't seem to forget, even now, after all these years? Tired from working, swollen from lack of sleep, a crazy mixture of ferocity and vulnerability that was and shall ever be Lola.

Motherfucker was like three hundred years old, but because he had a car and a record collection and foto albums from his Vietnam days and because he bought her clothes to replace the old shit she was wearing, Nilda was all lost on him.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

Okay, we didn't work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren't good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours.

Or our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there.

There exists for each of us a geographical fulcrum, a place so saturated with memory that within its precinct the past is always present.

City of memories, city of mirrors.

God invented Iowa, he always said, so people could leave it and never come back.

Wolgast recalled when he'd come down here with his friends to buy candy and comic books. Back then, a spinning wire rack had stood by the front door: Tales from the Crypt, Fantastic Four, the Dark Knight series, Wolgast's favorite.

In a hundred years, you get around to thinking about pretty much everything. All the things you did, the people you knew, the mistakes you made. The books you read, the music you listened to, how the sun felt, the rain. It's all still there inside you. But it's not enough, is it? That's the thing. The past is never enough.

For the first time in my life, I felt the pain of missing people I had not yet left.

Were you born in a barn? I must have been, mom asked me so often... You would've thought she would know if anyone did!

She could remember running along the same stretch of the Embankment before, with the Doctor, soon after they first met. It was strange how similar and yet how different it al seemed. The skyline was lower, yet most of the landmarks were there – the Houses of Parliament, the bridges. No Millennium Wheel, though, she thought with a smile.

And yes, I confess, when I looked at him, I thought of Heathcliff and Mr Rochester and Maxim de Winter... and how could I not, when I had been waiting for them to step out of the pages of the books I loved; when I knew them so well, read them inside out and into myself?

She was not a woman given to physical expressions of affection – although he felt that she cared deeply about the people she loved. One of Laurent's lasting memories of Catherine is her scent, for she always wore Miss Dior – every day, whether she was working in the garden or harvesting her roses.

Buildings aren't homes, Johnelle. People are…and memories, and Ian has plenty of those.

Wie nooit meer terug naar huis mag, raakt in een staat van verbeelding.

Einige Läden verkauften ausschließlich Bücher, die der Kunde als Kind gelesen hatte, und boten eine Geld-zurück-Garantie, wenn sie ihm nicht mehr so gut gefielen wie damals.

I want it to stay that magical place where we spent so many summers.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

I know I can't let this summer be the last happy summer we have at the beach house.", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow