Shruti Haasan Quotes

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.

Nostalgia is a very human trait.

I'm quite nostalgic. I like looking back over the papers and watching videos.

Nostalgia is a strange and powerful emotion. As much we try and fight it and fight ourselves, it's very hard not to.

I think nostalgia used purely for the sake of emotional reminiscing is extremely boring.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

I love that moment of, 'Remember when?' I love to waft.

Every time that I come to Edgbaston it takes me back to some great first memories of coming here at a very young age.

I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.

The past is so reliable, so delightful and the best place to live.

I keep my scrapbooks in the car. When I come to a stoplight, I start looking through my past. Sometimes I wish the red lights were longer.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

I don't think nostalgia has to be negative.

When you reminisce aren't the times that someone's forcing you to reminisce. You reminisce other times in your life.

I cry whenever I watch an emotional scene that I did, just because it brings me back to that moment. It's like, I remember being there; I remember feeling what I felt. It's really weird, right?

The most personal track would have to be 'Love The Way We Used To.' It's one of the songs that I listen to outside of all the records that I wrote.

What's wrong with a bit of nostalgia between friends? I think nostalgia sometimes gets too much of a bad press.

I'm really obsessed with the past.

You step over the threshold of your parents' home, and you're instantly transported back to your childhood. It's like time travel. You revert at once to a place of arrested development.

Thank God for the potholes on memory lane.