Quotes About Nostalgia

Childhood isn't just those years. It's also the opinions you form about them afterward. That's why our childhoods are so long.

We gather up pictures and bits of our past and scrapbook them into a gift that will last.

After a fellow gets famous it doesn't take long for someone to bob up that used to sit by him in school.

they say if you smile when you think of people who are gone, you loved them.

beyond anything the INS could imagine, it was an old-fashioned romance.

Sometimes I think we have no present, only the past.

But what I really needed was a mom. I still wanted to take advantage of that free laundry service at home. I wasn't about to turn away the homemade potato-chip casseroles or her famous turkey tacos. I didn't even mind when the "chore chart" was put up on the fridge. That was the normalcy I craved. I wanted Mom to continue to bring warm cookies to the set, making me the guy with the best mom around.

i bring my kiasu friend to the airport leavings are never easy, not for long and though we both saw blur along the way memories flooded present tensions. in the curry of his life no lemak remained so now the predictable exit signalled the end of his roundings, his bombings– he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style– and left me thinking about home, my kampong.

Still, she experienced a pang, like a spasm in an organ that had been removed or a cramp in a phantom limb. It faded quickly, and she knew that was the last pain of its kind she would feel. A woman much like her had once loved a man who looked like him. Neither of those people existed anymore.

I love three things, I then say. I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth. And which do you love best? The dream.

Some stories, some visions, demand celluloid film and what it can deliver.

Mijn kindertijd was bijna voorbij. Het is erg jammer dat we pas als we volwassen worden de bekoring van deze tijd beginnen te begrijpen. Als kind was alles zo anders. We bekeken de wereld met klare en zuivere ogen, alles leek zoveel stralender.

She is thinking about the miles of highway that the bra has seen her over, & the heartaches & the laughs.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

And here I still think of you as the woman I loved more than I've ever loved anyone

The third boat was quite pretty, too...this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy.

spiced apple cider and donuts,

every day takes you further from the time he was alive, slicing you with the razor-sharp realization that those days would never be celebrated again.

It's never gonna be over, is it? Thinking about the life we might have had.

I had often envisioned my funeral—me lying against the rose-colored satin, looking utterly stunning, U2' s and Ed Sheeran's sadder songs playing gently in the background while my friends wept and laughed over their precious memories of me.

Caro: "Bite me." Ruby: "I gave that up in kindergarten.

Their kiss was sad, an apology almost, a reminder of what they'd once shared.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Era una giornata meravigliosa: di quelle così splendidamente romane che perfino uno statale di ottavo grado, ma vicino a zompà ner settimo, be', puro quello se sente allacciasse ar core un nun socché, un quarche cosa che rissomija a la felicità