Quotes About Nostalgia

If you look back at a lot of these Spielberg movies and Stephen King books, even though there's a lot of fun and a lot of camaraderie, there's also a bit of sadness there, whether it's 'E.T.' with the divorce or in Stephen King's 'It,' where there's racism. There's always some sort of evil - there's sadness and people aren't happy.

When my grandmother passed away in 2014, she left behind some recipes, but nobody stepped forward to follow in her footsteps and become pop-up cookie factories whenever the need arose.

The songwriting has never really stepped forward from the '50's.

I'll never forget the time my mother showed up with her best friend and two daughters, and all four of us dressed up in matching clothes, shoes and hats to go pick up my brother from school. I thought it was a fun thing to do, but we stepped outside my brother's school and he was mortified!

In rural parts of China, it's like stepping back into the era of my grandfather or great-grandfather - not much has changed.

The reality of nostalgia is nowhere better invoked than at the end of Tarkovsky's 'Solaris.' When the camera pans away from Kelvin embracing his father on the rain-soaked steps of his dacha, we realise that the scene is yet another of the simulations produced by the inscrutable planet.

I lived in Georgetown in the late '70s about four houses down from the steps.

My relationship with 'Star Wars' is that I'm old enough that I saw it when it first came out - 'A New Hope,' that is - and it was like when Dorothy steps out of black and white into Technicolor. I was transported from a gray, miserable 1970s London into a different galaxy, and I didn't know what it was, but I wanted to be a part of it.

People have often asked me to do a remake of Awara' with Rishi Kapoor and Ranbir Kapoor. When I took the idea few steps forward, we all got scared. Where will we get another Prithviraj Kapoor and Raj Kappor? Where will I get composers like Shankar-Jaikishen?

I was 5 years old when I first broke into my mother's records and played Nat King Cole, and sat alongside the stereo and listened to Nat's music.

I think movies lost a lot when they went to stereo and five-track sound.

There's a room in my house where my stereo, records, CDs, and books are housed. I spend a lot of time in that room, sitting in my chair beside the fireplace, reading and listening to music. Sometimes I just stand before the shelves and look at my books, because every single one of them means something to me.

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.

For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.

She seemed to be gathering something from it, my mother's thoughts and memories, as if such things lay like a film of dust upon the objects we left behind.

We two kept house, the Past and I,The Past and I;Through all my tasks it hovered nigh,Leaving me never alone.

When I set out for Lyonnesse,A hundred miles away,The rime was on the spray,And starlight lit my lonesomeness.

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,Saying that now you are not as you wereWhen you had changed from the one who was all to me,But as at first, when our day was fair.

There is not one familiar face Where many loved me once! I speak aloud--the lonely place Returns no kind response! Where I and others roved, I see Another roving race; Gay smiles are there--but ah! for me, Not one familiar face!

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Now 'tis little joyTo know I'm farther off from heavenThan when I was a boy.

I remember, I rememberThe house where I was born,The little window where the sunCame peeping in at morn.

I'm a really huge fan of the old romantic comedies from the '30s and '40s... Huge fan. I love all that stuff.