Quotes About Nostalgia

They have both loved you with a child's love, and now a man's. It is the child's love that holds you together . . . cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

Good memories are meant to stay in our hearts forever... -Geena L. Davis

What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you, " I said.

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

She is the innocent stuff in the background of time.

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

Dad, she's beautiful. I remember where she was standing.

You looked like the girl I loved.

I dreamt of land but that was so long ago.I don't even know if he still exists.

First love is Best Love!! <3

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

For those special moments you never want to forget. When it comes to you, all I need is a pencilEthan

Memories help make us who we are.(Taken from novel...A Very English Affair)

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

He reminds me of how one would feel when they think of home. A place where you eventually have to find your way back to, because it is where you are safe and loved.

This is home, it's the only place I want to be, but at the same time everything familiar feels strange. It's the same as it ever was except without the people who most belong here.

and while he did all the actual dancing, I remember whirling around and around the porch those hot summer days so long ago and never wanting to stop.

This is a love story. It's about the good old days, when men were men and women were women and books were books.