Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Cakes are special. Every birthday, every celebration ends with something sweet, a cake, and people remember. It's all about the memories.
The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.
When I was growing up, chocolate milk was a treat, and the chocolate milk that ended up in a bowl of Cocoa Puffs when I had those for breakfast was the biggest treat of all.
The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.
The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember.
Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?
The Bake Off' taps into nostalgic feelings about your mum baking in the kitchen. It's a big ruddy comfort blanket, and you get attached to the bakers. It also genuinely has a good heart.
So sweet and precious is family life.
I believe with baking there is a certain nostalgic fix.
If you want to remain always happy, Always perfect and always fulfilled, Then always keep inside your heart A pocketful of sweet dreams.
You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
I adore gelato; it's a pleasure I shared for years with my friend Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
My family is from the South, and I can remember all those ladies I grew up with, like my great-aunts, who had handkerchiefs. There's something sweet about them.
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.
Dessert is probably the most important stage of the meal, since it will be the last thing your guests remember before they pass out all over the table.
Good thoughts are blessed guests, and should be heartily welcomed, well fed, and much sought after. Like rose leaves, they give out a sweet smell if laid up in the jar of memory.
Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.
Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.
She still talks to me now, only now she talks to me in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we have a lot to talk about. I love you.
Candy is childhood, the best and bright moments you wish could have lasted forever.
Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.
