Quotes About Nostalgia

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

I always knew it would come down to you and the big blue school boy. Planet's too big for the BOTH of you. When it all comes down, I want a piece of him. A small piece, will do? For OLD TIMES, sake, you know..it still hurts when its cold.

The six lugubrious airs that he knew, always carried him back to the time when he was a car-boy at the Big Dipper Mine in Placer County, ten years before. He remembered the years he had spent there trundling the heavy cars of ore in and out of the tunnel under the direction of his father. For thirteen days of each fortnight his father was a steady, hard-working shift-boss of the mine. Every other Sunday he became an irresponsible animal, a beast, a brute, crazy with alcohol.

1975 was a great year for rock and roll, and don't believe anyone who tells you different.

I wonder who's kissing her now, Wonder who's teaching her how.

The cigarettes you light one after another won't help you forget her.

Out of everything the depression stole from me... I miss my books the most.

Your explanation brought up a host of dim recollections, which affected me as a song of his childhood affects a man on his deathbed when hear from the lips of another.

It is not necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paper work, and the other is nostalgia.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.

These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double– Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance."

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.

You're an old-timer if you can remember when setting the world on fire was a figure of speech.

Darling! Had they darlinged each other when they were here? I imagined them, magnificent on horseback, tossing darlings to and fro.

Poor Cecil. It's hard to be a devil of a fellow in these modern times. No stagecoaches to hold up. No princesses to rescue. Just Petey Todd to escort, while the easy, expert fellow walks the pretty girl home.

When you stop time, you don't accept your sorrows. When you stop time, you want everything to be the way it was before.

The misfortune of man is that he was once a child.

The child is in me still and sometimes not so still.

I probably sound like sixteen going on clinically depressed," says Billy now, "but my childhood hadn't exactly been all noodle salad and laughs.

Try to be a happy memory for your friends.

It's curious how events seem to change their character when one looks back on them.

We recognized who we were at a glace--all irregulars from the drifting nation of dreamy youth. We're ghosts of those times now, just nicked, straight-edged razors heaped in pawnshop drawers. Don't get old. Don't die. Kill despair. Keep hope.

It's like we're born with a memory of something we've never seen. We yearn to return to a place we've never been. We mourn that loss and seek it every day, no matter what our religion, or none.