Quotes about Nostalgia
In those days you did not really need anything, not even the rabbit's foot, but it was good to feel it in your pocket.
- Ernest Hemingway
In those days you did not really need anything, not even the rabbit's foot, but it was good to feel it in your pocket.
- Ernest Hemingway
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor what ease it could be reached. It was always worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it.
- Ernest Hemingway
Pamplona is changed, of course, but not as much as we are older. I found that if you took a drink that it got very much the same as it always was.
- Ernest Hemingway
No one could have been nicer, classier nor better looking than Dick Clark. I've had a crush on him since I was a teenager.
- Dolly Parton
If I miss anything about the sport, it's the camaraderie of old teammates.
- Bo Jackson
A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind.
- Albert Einstein
The older you get, the fewer slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?
- Drew Barrymore
If ever they remembered their life in this world it was as one remembers a dream.
- CS Lewis
He was paying some tribute to things unforgotten.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Can't repeat the past? he cried incredulously. Why of course you can! He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.
- F Scott Fitzgerald