Quotes About Nostalgia

In the '90s, guitar solos were dead.

Nowadays I get complaints about long drum solos, but in those days they wanted me to keep on going so they could go over to the bar and have a drink.

I love extended solos. I used to like them in the old days a lot, because it used to give me time to go to the pub for a drink.

The 'Red Hand Gang' was a special favourite of mine. It was an American show about a bunch of kids who solved crimes.

I don't recognize my people anymore. I feel Somalia is lost. There is no Somalia. It is just a name.

I know that some people use lavender, incense, and cake as sedatives, but for me, a 'nose bath' in an old book just does something.

As a kid, there are some things you looked forward to. You looked forward to Charlie Brown during Halloween and you looked forward to Monday Night Football.

When you do some things in baseball in the city where you grow up and then you come back on a second opportunity, it's special.

If you actually go back and listen to my first album, there are some things on there that are kind of rock 'n' roll.

I used to like taking pictures. I wanted to capture precious moments and make them mine. I wanted to hang on to everything that might someday become a fond memory.

It's kind of a Peter Pan thing: I want to stay a kid. I love it. But I guess you have to grow up someday. Everybody does.

I miss Boston so much and want to get back there someday.

Hey, the TV was my friend. As a child, I always said, 'I want to live in there someday.'

I have not been to Cuba, though if you count the stories my grandma told me growing up, I've been there in my head many times. I think someday I will see it, when things are different there, but I've come to feel like I really am a Miami girl.

I kind of thought eventually, someday, somehow, I would be Hall of Fame, whether it was nWo, DX, or whatever, and honestly, I thought it would probably happen when I was no longer around.

There's something about childhood friends that you just can't replace.

It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.

He'd always loved this land, loved how his family had tamed it. It was as much a part of him as his blood. Being involved with him meant moving back here. Being surrounded by bad memories.

my throat is starting to choke because i can still smell his scent that is lingering on my pillow from the last time he was here, with every breath i take.

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.

When your ex says "I miss you", that means the person they tried to replace you with has failed.

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

Mommy. Do you ever wish a book will never end?

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?