859 Quotes About Nostalgia

Those darling byegone times, Mr Carker,' said Cleopatra, 'with their delicious fortresses, and their dear old dungeons, and their delightful places of torture, and their romantic vengeances, and their picturesque assaults and sieges, and everything that makes life truly charming! How dreadfully we have degenerated!

But at a certain point we turn round, almost instinctively,and see that a gate has been bolted behind us, barring our way back (...)Then we understand that time is passing and that one day or another the road must come to an end.

It's strange, really, how time passes. You don't even notice the world is changing until one day, you look around you and realize that everything around you is different.

The verbal patterns and the patterns of behavior we present to children in these lighthearted confections are likely to influence them for the rest of their lives. These aesthetic impressions, just like the moral teachings of early childhood, remain indelible.

The years nowadays don't pass the way the old ones used to.

At this time in his life Zinkoff sees no difference between the stars in the sky and the stars in his mother's plastic Baggie. He believes that stars fall from the sky sometimes, and that his mother goes around collecting them like acorns. He believes she has to use heavy gloves and dark sunglasses because the fallen stars are so hot and shiny. She puts them in the freezer for forty-five minutes, and when they come out they are flat and silver and sticky on the back and ready for his shirts.

I listened, while the scents found their hiding places in the cracks in the floorboards, and the words of the story, and the rest of my life.

I am forty. [...] I know who I am. The treachery of possibilities that threaten to swamp a young guy -- I negotiated them. I'm on the other side. The safe side.Why then do I remember the perilous moments with such fond affection?

We knew it was only a moment. Our days of cool were numbered. Even when we were in it, right now was already gone.We didn’t know what it would be. Maybe a man. A baby. A death. What we knew was that soon, we’d pass thirty and get wrapped up in dull, adult things with no time or energy leftover to work at being cool.Just like that. Whoosh. Zoom. It’s over, and we’re here. From past to present.