Nostalgia Quotes

I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.

People say that a time machine can’t be invented, but they’ve already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world’s first time machines.

Film photography will always be superior to digital - because no matter how many lasers and instant buttons and HD pixels you've got, a human being can take a photograph with much more integrity and meaning than one a built-in robot took.

There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.

Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.

I have loved you without a reason beyond the limits of common sense and I have named you as my precious, my dream and my hope. And I have loved you in every poem that I have wrote and I have longed for you to read all the words that have pondered in my heart for I am nothing without you nothing but a perished soul.

It's the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one place at a time. And eventually, you pick your spot, and the memories of all the others just become ghosts.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with - nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

What seems real one moment is fiction the next
and gone out of existence the moment after that.
Nostalgia is the greatest enemy of truth,
and change our only constancy.

The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why should it be life's business to give us warm, comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary purpose could nostalgia serve?

There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.