Quotes About Nostalgia

You haven't really been anywhere until you've got back home.

But this didn't feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.

Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

He couldn't help remembering how much he'd wanted a puppy when he was a little boy. Mind you, they'd been starving – anything with meat on it would have done.

In short, what people think they want is news, but what they really crave is olds.

I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once.

Things were simpler then. And also very, very stupid.

It was a sound as soft as the first drop of rain on a century of dust.

Colon looked awkward, as if the bunched underwear of the past was tangling itself in the crotch of recollection.

Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days.

We (people) only remembered that elves sang. But we forgot what they sang about.

On the dresser was a row of blue-and-white jars that weren't very useful for anything. They'd been left to her mother by an elderly aunt, and she was proud of them because they looked nice but were completely useless. There was little room on the farm for useless things that looked nice, so they were treasured.

He couldn't remember having been seventeen; it was something that must have happened to him while he was busy. But it made him feel like he imagined it felt like when you were seventeen, which was like having a permanent red-hot vest on under your skin.

She loved her brothers, when she reminded herself to, in a dutiful sort of way, although she generally remembered them as a collection of loud noises in trousers.

memory is the only way home.

Today's youngsters will unfortunately never know the thrills we experienced dubbing movies in the era of Rashomon.

A lifetime's worth of memories atomized.

I find as I grow older, I love those most, whom I loved first.

MARY: How in the world are our readers going to know who Miss Jenks is? She was only in the first book. CATHERINE: Then they should go back and read the first book. It's only two shillings, at bookshops and train stations. I would have mentioned that, but you told me to stop advertising!

He paused, wishing to embrace her, but feeling for the moment that he should not. Then, reaching into a waistcoat pocket, he took from it a thin gold locket, the size of a silver dollar, which he opened and handed to her. One interior face of it was lined with a photograph of Berenice as a girl of twelve, thin, delicate, supercilious, self-contained, distant, as she was to this hour.

Wil Wheaton, Patrick Stewart and Jonathan Frakes were all the early formidable crushes of my girlhood.

I've been around since 1985. When the Jordan shoe came out.

I wish I was in my 20s during the '90s to really fully live it. I feel like that was a pretty exciting time being from Chicago, seeing Jordan win six rings.

I always say, to this day, that the Air Jordan guy was great and God bless him. But I'll always just remember Michael, the guy.