Quotes About Nostalgia

Sometimes the memory of someone is better than the reality of them.

I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

James Patterson, First Love

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.

Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.

Maybe you are a memory who is supposed to live forever.

I don't want to break my memories with you.

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

If I shut everything else out and filled the room with memories, the past could become the present, and I could live there, with him. I would never leave.

Reach into the past and remember the reasons you fell in love. Hold on to that, son, and cherish it. Then you must start moving forward again.

Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life and that person was you. It is not too late to become that person again.

I scroll through iPhone photos and see that if I delete pictures of myself with a double chin, I will erase all proof of my glorious life.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread

No matter how many women I've kissed over the years, your lips are the ones that still haunt me.

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

Your first love is like your first language. No matter how many other languages you learn to speak, you can never be as good as in your first.

Your first love is like your first language. No matter how many other languages you speak, you can never be as good as in your first.

It's been a year and 3 months since we've kissed, and I rather have the ghost of his mouth on my lips than kiss anyone else.

The old longing i had thought dead, rose in me like a flame

Ahh the 90's I hated ye when I was in it, but I love it now that it's gone...

It is funny how the things we hate are the things we miss most when they are gone

Every time he tries to fly high, but his memories always hold his broken wings.

I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories

I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.