Nostalgic Reflections Quotes

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers.

I am positive I was not a neglected child. I remember reading 'The Jungle Book' and 'The Sleeping Beauty.'

Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

12 of the best years of my life - It will never be forgotten.

I think it's a great city. I think it's a fabulous city. But in my young juvenile days, I was an idiot, and I bought 30 cars. And I need to drive those cars, and New York isn't really the place you can do that.

These are the pieces of my youth, the small secrets and the not-so-great expectations that defined my coming of age.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

People who get nostalgic about childhood were obviously never children.

And my father left me a legacy of his handwriting through letters and a notebook. In the last two years of his life, when he was sick, he filled a notebook with his thoughts about me… There are times when I want to trade all those years that I was too busy to sit with my dad and chat with him, and trade all those years for one hug. But too late. But that's when I take out his letters and I read them, and the paper that touched his hand is in mine, and I feel connected to him.

That's what life is all about: remembering someone and smiling!

My first memories are from when I was very little, maybe three or four years old playing in my neighbourhood at home. I can picture myself with the ball at my feet from a very young age.

Christmas Day itself hasn't always been great. My parents went abroad when I was very young, and I went to boarding school. We had a few Christmases before that - I remember a big sack of presents and Mummy cooking goose.

Paintings are memories. Memories of the painter who painted them. Memories that can be shared as well. Paintings are things to remember things by.

Radio was my lifeline as a kid growing up in Winnipeg in the 1950s. It connected me with the wider world outside our little prairie city.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.

Every moment of my life has a soundtrack, so I never know when some song is going to jump me by surprise and bring the memory alive.

I enjoyed every bit of the evening. I may not drink scotch or smoke a cheroot again, but I shall always cherish the fact that I did those things. The adventure is well worth the disappointing experience.

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.

There are often references to childhood, but they're rarely the focus of the [my] novels.

I suppose we all have our recollections of our earlier holidays, all bristling with horror.