Quotes About Nostalgia

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time.

Well I found that picture Of you in that green dress. Sure had a good time Cleanin' up that mess. He found thirty other pieces, But he'll never find them all. Tried to tape them back together. Now he knows to keep them off the wall!

Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catchin' days? And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you?

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

But I miss screamin' and fightin' and kissin' in the rain and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursin' your name. You're so in love the you act insane, and that's the way I loved you.

You remember when we were sitting there by the water you put your arm around me for the first time you made a rebel of a careless man s careful daughter you are the best thing thats ever been mine.

while I was still at Oxford.

Let's take a sentimental journey. Don't forget to bleed. I have.

I can't believe that you, a grown woman taller than me and beautiful enough to make my heart ache, will be the same girl I used to lift off the ground so you could reach the drinking fountain, the same girl who used to trundle out of my bedroom draped in a dress and hat and four scarves from my closet.

Our words were a few colorful leaves afloat on a very old silence, the kind with a terrifying undertow, and we stood right at its edge, wrapping ourselves in our own arms because of the chill, and with old voices called back and forth across all those years until we could bear it no longer, and turned from each other, and walked away into our countries.

I remember in high school trying to get home from water-polo practice in time so I could see Happy Days on television when it first came on, because I was so blown away by it. It was just such a cool thing.

Money stress is what used to remind me of my Dad most.

I used to listen to my dad a lot as a way of trying to be close to him, as well, because my parents were divorced and I didn't spend that much time with him. And I used to put headphones on and listen to my dad talk and sing and I found that quite... bonding with him, in a weird way.

I would never rule out returning to Spain. I have good memories, and I would like to go back at some point.

Our nation was built on chips and Spam fritters.

I ate 18 spam fritters in one sitting at Farnham Common junior school in some sort of popularity contest.

People have got no attention span these days with music - I come from the time where I bought the whole album and listened to it back to back.

Some of my earliest political feelings were based on the anti-Japanese bubblegum cards I got. There were also Spanish Civil War bubblegum cards. Awful.

First, when I was 12, I saw a Spanish girl jumping rope. I never saw her face, but it was still the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

I've always loved Spanish. I love my father's Spanish records.

One of my most sentimental items is my grandmother's engagement ring that my mom gave me a few years ago. It's a Victorian-style setting that's closed in the back, so it doesn't sparkle the way diamonds do now. I wear it as a pendant.

The original 'Dynasty' was fantastic, and no matter what you do, some of that diamond is going to sparkle through. We're just trying to re-shine it, I guess.

The older I get, the more I become an apple pie, sparkling cider kind of guy.

For some reason, on that sparkling afternoon last week, I actually saw the coal that was passing by and it set me to thinking how important coal was to our everyday lives when I was a little boy.