Quotes About Nostalgia

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.

Our way of get­ting nos­tal­gic for what we just threw in the trash, it's all be­cause we're afraid to evolve. Grow, change, lose weight, rein­vent our­selves. Adapt.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

A happy past cripples people. They cling to it with nowhere better to go. Nothing to improve upon.

Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash.

No me habían follado así desde la escuela primaria.

Jump back twenty years to the white house where I grew up with my father shooting super-8 movies of my brother and me running around the yard. Jump to present time with my folks sitting on lawn chairs at night, and watching these same super-8 movies projected on the white side of the same white house, twenty years later.

So the last night the girl and her lover would be together, the girl would bring the lamp and set it so it threw the lover's shadow to the wall!!!!!

It's funny, what you remember about a person.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

If Marilyn Monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling, and Tyler says, Clawing at the lid of her coffin.

Z vlastního dÄ›tství si nepamatujeme skoro nic, zato si vzpomínáme na vÅ¡echno, co se dÄ›lo rodinám v seriálech.

Schlechte Erinnerungen sind besser als gar keine.

In this maze of antiques, she says, are the ghosts of everyone who has ever owned this furniture. Everyone rich and successful enough to prove it. All of their talent and intelligence and beauty outlived by decorative junk. All the success and accomplishments this furniture was supposed to represent, it's all vanished.

Neptej se, jestli se mi poÃ…â"¢ád stýská po rodi?ích. Neptej se mÄ›, jestli jeÅ¡tÄ› bre?ím steskem po domovÄ›. SamozÃ…â"¢ejmÄ› že mrtvým se po živých stýská.

Eventually, when I stepped back inside the parlor door, only my nana's body was left on the sofa. The best of her--her laugh, her stories, even her coughing--was gone.

Balastair says with a small smile. "I've missed you.

No Tie Fighters. No blasts across the bow of his X-Wing. No X-Wing, in fact, and though he loves flying one, it's nice to be out. No Death Star--and here, Wedge shudders, because he helped take down two of those things. Some days that fills him with pride. Other days it's something else, something worse. Like he's drawn back to it. The fight still going on around him. But that isn't today. Today it's quiet. Wedge like's the quiet.

One of those towns where the country had moved on but this place stayed behind, as if it had found grim comfort in the fact it would never grow up, would never get better, and it was what it was from here until it was gone.

that glam-band dream-balladry of that Argentine band that Evil Elvis used to listen to (Babasónicos!).

The best thing you can say about an ending is that it made you happy you read it, but sad that it's over. It really is that simple. 23.

I figure that if there's a heaven, then there's a room in heaven where you can look over all of history and be anyone you want to be, at a peak moment in their lives. For example, I always say I would choose to be one of Stevie Wonder's backup singers on the Innervisions album.

Because nobody knows you better than somebody who knew you way back then.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.