Quotes About Nostalgia

Coonskin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's big start. The A-bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered , with difficulty recognizing the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.

Men... look back on the children who were once themselves, and attempt to reconstruct them. But they can no longer think like the child.

I've been married three times, but I'll never forget my first trip as a young man, on my honeymoon, with my new wife.

To be homeward bound, no matter what tragic memories you have harbored, is unlike any voyage a man can ever make.

The man I adored, and miss him terribly, was Johnny Carson.

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

Just as the child is father to the man, so the impressions of one's youth remain the most vivid in manhood.

People still come up to me and ask me to sign their records. That's right, records! Man, they don't even make records no more!

Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.

I grew up on comic books. 'X-Men' was my favorite team; Wolverine was my guy. At 8 years old, I dressed up as Wolverine with Adamantium claws that I made out of aluminum!

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

To me, the noise of a threshing machine is better music than a lot of music I hear nowadays. I took a man's place in the threshing crew when I was only 14 years old.

It goes back to a style of moviemaking I remember seeing as a child, in movies like The Man With The Golden Arm, which I think was shot all on a sound stage.

de esos vagones de trocha angosta que usaban los Ferrocarriles del Estado para viajes cortos, como ella solía recordarlos, entre La Serena y Vicuña, un camino con cuestas empinadas y túneles que oscurecían el carro por apenas segundos. Los

They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.

When I was a little girl, my favorite television show starred Roy Rogers and Dale Evans- the queen of the cowgirls." Mrs. Coley explained. "Dale wore a fancy fringed leather skirt and rode a buckskin horse named Buttermilk........... "Thank heavens for Dale Evans," she said with a sigh.

Browsing the dim back corner Of a musty antique shop Opened an old book of poetry Angels flew out from the pages I caught the whiff of a soul The ink seemed fresh as today Was that voices whispering? The tree of the paper still grows.

Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.

Age swallows our childhood.

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons.

We write to remember our nows later.

My heart was pounding as I drove up the coast again a few days later. There was the familiar little sign, the modest entrance. And here he was again, as large as life--six feet tall, broad shoulders, a big grin, and a warm and welcome handshake. Our first real touch. "Well, I'm back," I said lamely. "Good on you, mate," Steve said. I thought, I've got what on me?

It's very strange when the life you never had flashes before your eyes.