Quotes About Nostalgia

When a book ends, the good parts get folded up and carried around in somebody's pocket. The rest gets sold at a garage sale for a nickel.

I mean, well, really, it seems to me, when I think about it, sometimes, you were much happier, and so was I, when we had the roadhouse. Weren't we? For that matter, it was a lot more fun when you were a race-track detective. Heavens, even the all-night broadcasting job. It was crazy, but I liked it.

My heavy heart has gone this way before.

You are still in love with her. No. But I think I'm in love a little with the memory of her.

And when I am old, and my body has begun to fail me, my memories will be waiting for me. They will lift me and carry me over mountains and oceans. I will hold them and turn them and watch them catch the sunlight as they come alive once more in my imagination. I will be rich and I will be at peace.

We're going to keep trying to strengthen the American family. To make them more like the Waltons and less like the Simpsons.

A year ago my approval rating was in the 30s, my nominee for the Supreme Court had just withdrawn, and my vice president had shot someone. Ah, those were the good ol' days.

Still Time, great wizard of this earth, Who holds o'er human minds such sway! Oft bids to scenes of later birth Old recollections to give way.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

The sadness inherent in any memory comes from the fact that its object is forgetting.

Her tone spoke less of nostalgia than reproach, of feelings long coveted and repeated whenever she had the chance.

La tristeza inherente al recuerdo proviene de que su objeto es el olvido.

A Hibernian sage once wrote that there are three things a man never forgets: The girl of his early youth, a devoted teacher, and a great horse.

Wymarzone, ukochane gÅ'osy tych, co umarli, albo tych, co dla nas tak sÄ… straceni, jak umarli. Czasem do nas przemawiajÄ… w snach czasem je w zadumaniu sÅ'yszy umysÅ'. A z ich brzmieniem powraca na chwilÄ™ d?wiÄ™ki najpierwszej naszego ?ycia poezji, jak muzyka, która nocÄ…, gdzieÅ› w dali, dogasa.

A pleasure is not full grown until it is remembered.

Many people have sighed for the 'good old days' and regretted the 'passing of the horse,' but today, when only those who like horses own them, it is a far better time for horses.

I found a few books I knew which was like meeting old friends in a strange place

A soul loves most what is lost...

Thanks for keeping your eye on them. I appreciate it. But I wish you wouldn't do that with the ears. It's been a long time Nate said, I kinda missed it/

Cassie knew Isabel's participation at Woodstock never happened, although she had no doubt her mother had come to believe it over the years. If all the people of her mother's generation who claimed to have been at Woodstock had actually been there, Cassie knew, the concert would have hosted millions more kids than were actually there. But there was no point in getting into that argument again.

tasted of stale beer and tobacco.

rotary-dial telephone

But don't you find that certain songs remind you of certain things in your life? That when you hear a specific song it takes you back to when you were listening to it?