Quotes About Nostalgia

My first concert - maybe it was 1979 - was a blur. I'm not sure whether it was Blue Oyster Cult/Cheap Trick/Pat Travers at San Jose Civic Auditorium or The Police/The Knack/Robert Johnson at Berkeley's Zellerbach Auditorium.

I grew up in the '80s in L.A., so Ice Cube and Magic Johnson are my heroes.

As a kid who grew up in Inglewood, California during the Showtime era, I'm so happy to help bring the story of Earvin 'Magic' Johnson to the screen. This project is a convergence of so many things that excite and interest me as a filmmaker.

I have a great pic of my father and Rev. Graham laughing hysterically at some joke with George Pratt Shultz looking on back in 1972 or so.

I joke that we're not dissimilar to a rock band in the '70s.

Whatever happened to a good pie-in-the-face joke?

I know for myself, every now and again on HBO, they'll show some of the young comedian specials from the '80s and early '90s, and it's just fascinating to watch those comedians - some of whom are people that are world-famous, like Chris Rock or Judd Apatow - to see the jokes that people had, but also, the way everything looked.

I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.

These were the moments that would stick in her memory for years to come, those instants of perfect bliss that nothing else would ever match again.

Like seeing a photograph of yourself as a child, encountering handwriting that you know was once yours but that now seems only dimly familiar can inspire a confrontation with the mystery of time.

The psychological dislocation engendered by the transition from Gemeinschaft to Gesellschaft laid the basis for an ideology of nationalism based on an intense nostalgia for an imagined past of strong community in which the divisions and confusions of a pluralist modern society did not exist.

Many old timers spoke of 'winding-up' a Model 'T' Ford to get it started: In the same time period, watchmakers had perfected time-pieces which required 'winding-up' only once in every eight days:

She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.

Somos lo que recordamos o lo que nos recuerda. No somos mucho más.

He knew the particular and special solace of traveling down streets, pulling into parks, and slipping into restaurants that compose a living, breathing photo album of your path to the present.

Our reflections walked through them like ghosts that couldn't play.

Sometimes something vanishes, and afterwards you can't stop looking at the place where it used to be.

What I remember is being on the moon. I remember every second. Every stone. Every star we saw. Sometimes it feels like I never really came back." - spoken by character Alan Bean

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

Draped across an armchair lay his famous long black coat, empty now, and hollow with missing him.

Pain, the idea that something that is gone forever can nonetheless remain so cruelly alive.

Nothing later equalled that first distant glimpse

Our personal past is only available to us now through black-and-white film, it's a medium for communication with the dead, including our dead selves, the way we used to be, which is why we're drawn to it.

Only the past is real.