Fond Reminiscence Quotes

Allie would love what you've done," he remarked. "She was always a softie when it came to things like this." I folded my hands in my lap. "I wish she could be there this weekend." Noah glanced at the stack of letters. I knew he was imagining Allie, and for a brief moment, he looked strangely younger. "So do I," he said.

The older they get, the better they were when they were younger.

...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.

We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

I love the old movies from my past, when I was growing up. I just have a special place in my heart for them. They kind of feel like comfort food to me, so watching them is just cozy and warm.

I'm always grateful for any kind of moment that keeps my memories alive and gives me a little taste of the excitement I used to get all the time.

I am always nostalgic being in New York. Every neighborhood represents something to me. I lived here until I was 60 years old or so. So it was my life.

I get very nostalgic for times and places and experiences, but I have a wonderful group of core friends and family who I love and adore, so I don't mourn the loss of any particular friendship. I think they're all part of a path, and the ones that really mean something are still important in my life.

Memories are like moonbeams; we do with them what we want.

I suppose we all tend to remember only the happiness from our childhood, as a sundial refuses to tell the time except in fine weather.

And if I say to you that I am glad of everything we have done together, and sorry that we will not be here together in forty years, laughing at a faded photo of you impersonating a lion, it having withered well, you less so, as we stand fabulously old, in a city that understands what spirit it takes to be old, to be beautiful, to be much looked at, to be itself, to be never quite caught, to have a past, to be content, to have seen much, to have remained, to have continued...

To me, nostalgia is nothing more than a mindless plundering of the past for the commonplace.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

I wouldn't trade my life with anybody else. I played during the golden day of baseball, back when it was a game and when it was fun.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.

Whatever I like, even after a long time, I still like it. And I reminisce about the moment when I first heard it. That's what I love. Just remembering those moments.

Long time ago when we were fab, back when income tax was all we had.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.

The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.

Nostalgia is one of the legitimate and certainly one of the most enduring of human emotions; but the politics of nostalgia is at best distracting, at worst pernicious.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it. The two things that nearly all of us have thoroughly and really been through are childhood and youth. And though we would not have them back again on any account, we feel that they are both beautiful, because we have drunk them dry.