Quotes About Nostalgia

For she thought that she glimpsed through the dust of the years, a faint flicker of the girl who had lingered in the lanes when the young man Williams and she had been courting. And looking at Williams as he stood before her twitching and bowed, she thought that she glimpsed a faint flicker of the youth, very stalwart and comely, who had bent his head downwards and sideways as he walked and whispered and kissed in the lanes.

As a child, I was abandoned in a story made of trees. Here's the small gasp of this clearing come "upon" "again

He should have remembered that particular joy of small-town life before he moved back. Everywhere a guy turned, he stumbled over hot, steaming piles of history.

Ryder has appeared in my dreams once in a while, and in my thoughts a little more often through the last five years (...)

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses — would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?

The painful post-communist transition has prompted bouts of nostalgia among older Russians for the relative ease and order of Soviet times, with little heed paid to the harsh reality that the bankrupt Soviet system itself helped bring about the mess that Putin now faces.

One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

The ghosts of my heart strolled in.

I've heard of sweatin' to the oldies, but this was like drowning in the moldies." - Cher

The separation of lovers delights the heart of the biographer.

I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.

To grow old is to grow remorseful.

God bless the potholes on Memory Lane.

Jim Graham] had been a linebacker at Penn State, and was seriously old-school. I mean, really old-school; like he thought the forward pass was a trick play.

I've often carried a crayon in my shirt pocket. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and I take another hit.

I don't know how many more times I will get to visit my childhood home. But it is a gift every time I go there. I still sleep in that bunk bed my father built, I look at those crazy walls, I think about my parents allowing me to paint, and I fall asleep feeling lucky and pleased.

It was a hot summer night, and I had the soundtrack to Disney's The Lion King blasting on my stereo. Tears actually began streaming down my face as I drove past the building. Here I was, the grown-up version of that wide-eyed eight-year-old at Disneyland. I had finally arrived. I was an Imagineer.

Trecutul e ca un infirm f?r? mâini È™i f?r? picioare,cu ochi È™ireÈ›i,o limb? ascuÈ›it? È™i o memorie bun?.

I know my mom said as early as she can remember letting me watch TV, my one treat a week when I was like 6 was to stay up and watch 'Saturday Night Live.'

For cripes sake, have you ever heard of 'Ready or not? Here I come'?" Retro or not, cheesy is cheesy." Sometimes what you learned from beer commercials comes in real handy.

Forty years' worth of days, and ones like those are the ones I remember most, not because I want to but because I have no choice.

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered.

En noches así siempre se anda uno preguntado cuánto ha olvidado y cuánto de todo esto va a recordar en el futuro.