Quotes About Nostalgia

Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.

Georgia, GeorgiaThe whole day through;Just an old sweet songKeeps Georgia on my mind.

The sun had by now whispered to the sub-arctic sky giving the gray darkness a glow, a gentle glow. Rostnikov remembered the ghost of a winter morning when he was a child.

Dylan's Blood on The Tracks.

I don't know what the world is coming to," she said sadly. "In my day select people—secret agents, hired guns, Girl Scouts who expected to sell their cookies without getting raped—were taught to kill with a single thumb." "Were you a Girl Scout?" Stone asked. "Of course. How do you think I know this stuff?

It was an exciting community, where we lived in Washington. The basic feeling—and I don't think this is just nostalgia—was one of excitement, of achievement, of happiness. Life was important, life was significant.

The best memorial is a boxful of happy memories inside your head

dozing into her book, so I went into her room and pulled open the bottom drawer where she kept the old family album. Lots of pictures of Mom and me in there, because Dad was

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

The real story starts somewhere in the past. Chapter 5 First thing I do when I get home from

At four o'clock I had one of those rare moments of happiness that I will remember all my life. I was sitting in front of Grandma's electric coal fire eating dripping toast and reading the News of the World. There was a good play on Radio Four about torturing in concentration camps. Grandma was asleep and the dog was being quiet. All at once I felt this dead good feeling. Perhaps I am turning religious. I think I have got it in me to be a Saint of some kind.

Hitesh, old flower, Christmas is exactly the same, it's you

Pauline: "All under-fives are mad Adrian, you used to talk to the moon. You invited it to your birthday party and cried when it didn't turn up." George: "When it went dark and the moon came up, you ran outside and threw a sausage roll at it!

She had always been comforted by confectionery

It was when I realised I had a new nationality: I was in exile. I am an adulterous resident: when I am in one city, I am dreaming of the other. I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing.

I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing.

and yet even then, within themselves there had been a strange nostalgia, as if they had already begun to live on the memory of their love.

KAREN" STOOD OUTSIDE the Skylight bookstore in Los Angeles, waiting for her old friend, the author. Her old high school classmate, the author.

We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.

The parting at Burnet was not a happy one.

You remember the fairy tales you were told when you were very small - 'once upon a time...' Why do you think they always began like that?" "Because they weren't true," Simon said promptly. Jane said, caught up in the unreality of the high remote place, "Because perhaps they were true once, but nobody could remember when.

I was obsessed with 'Reality Bites' and 'My So-Called Life.'

In the '90s, I kind of put aside all those things I loved in the '80s and I got really into watching foreign films and art films and stuff like that, and sort of soaking those up.

I went on to being an Ivory Soap baby for television commercials, and for three years, I sat in a bathtub and said either, 'And it floats,' or 'Get some today.'