Nostalgic Quotes

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Walt Whitman
“We were together. I forget the rest.”
Walt Whitman

Zeena Schreck
“Nostalgia is an illness
for those who haven't realized
that today
is tomorrow's nostalgia.”
Zeena Schreck

Kellie Elmore
“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.”
Kellie Elmore

David E. Hilton
“Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.”
David E. Hilton, Kings of Colorado

Sanober  Khan
“for those memories are now
just like these little kittens
I hold in my hands

those can be kissed
and treasured
but not held too tightly.”
Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

Criss Jami
“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”
Criss Jami, Healology

Vera Jane Cook
“Summer was a gift bestowed upon the
survivors of winter’s wrath, even when the wind lay still and burning fire wood scented the air, it was always the promise of summer following, the awaited favorite season, the hope of it and the joy, the green grass smell of it, the free barefoot days of it that beckoned the winter weary forward.”
Vera Jane Cook, Lies a River Deep

Vera Jane Cook
“Nobody could understand the past except the people from it.”
Vera Jane Cook, Lies a River Deep

Ashley Poston
“We were nine, and therefore invincible.”
Ashley Poston, Among the Beasts & Briars

Rick Riordan
“A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and murk. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never knew.”
Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people's lives—babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.”
Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. Emotions also seem to act according to gravity. When in the presence of someone with whom you have a bond, and to whom you have entrusted your feelings, it is hard to lie and get away with it. The truth just wants to come flowing out.”
Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Before the Coffee Gets Cold

Sophie Cousens
“I find places like this so packed with memories. Visiting them can be like opening a memory jar. You take off the lid and the smells and sounds of a place hit you, unlocking things folded away deep in your brain.”
Sophie Cousens, This Time Next Year

Alix E. Harrow
“It's stupid to think things like that. It just gives you this hollow, achy feeling between your ribs, like you're homesick even though you're already home, and you can't read your magazine anymore because the words are all warped and watery-looking”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

Henry James
“She sometimes felt a sort of passion of tenderness for memories which had led no other merit than that they belonged to her unmarried life.”
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

Soroosh Shahrivar
“Boiling point. Voice it roars
Running down memory's corridor
Life's a game, it ends one day

And everything's fair in love and war”
Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

Charles Bukowski
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
Charles Bukowski

Stephen King
“That was it; that was all. But they stand there for awhile longer, feeling the power that is in their circle, the closed body that they make. The light paints their faces in pale fading colors; the sun is now gone and sunset is dying. They stand together in a circle as the darkness creeps down into the Barrens, filling up the paths they have walked this summer, the clearings where they have played tag and guns, the secret places along the riverbanks where they have sat and discussed childhood’s long questions or smoked Beverly’s cigarettes or where they have merely been silent, watching the passage of the clouds reflected in the water. The eye of the day is closing.”
Stephen King, It

“People like us, Rose, we just want to live happy quiet lives, don't we? Little house. Enough to eat..."
That was all he'd wanted. And Rose wished with all her heart he could have had it. But she knew now that you can't change the past. It doesn't mean you have to forget it, but you can't change it and you can't stay there.”
Rebecca Stevens

Joanne Harris
“Just for a moment, she thought she smelled something, a strange, vivid scent of sugar and apples and blackberry jelly and smoke. It was a nostalgic scent, and for a second she could almost understand why Jay loved this place so much, with its little vineyards and its apple trees and its roaming goats on the marsh flats.”
Joanne Harris, Blackberry Wine

“nostalgia makes the past dress up in prettier clothes
than those the present is wearing”
Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry prose

“It amazes me to think that the stars and the sky go on forever. I can't picture anything that has no end. Seems to me there's got to be an edge somewhere.”
Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“I looked at the other squares of yellow that climbed like ladders up the sides of the building. I thought about the people inside, those who are still there. Then I thought about all those who were gone and the others who have come to take their places.”
Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“There were no sounds tonight. Only the whistle of the wind coming through the alleys. There's something lonely about October with the summer sounds all gone and the cold winter ahead.”
Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same.”
Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

Sara Desai
“Decorated in exotic tones of saffron, gold, ruby, and cinnamon with accent walls representing the natural movement of wind and fire, and a cascading waterfall layered with beautiful landscaped artificial rocks and tiny plastic animals, the restaurant was the embodiment of her late brother's dream to re-create "India" in the heart of San Francisco.
The familiar scents- cinnamon, pungent turmeric, and smoky cumin- brought back memories of evenings spent stirring dal, chopping onions, and rolling roti in the bustling kitchen of her parents' first restaurant in Sunnyvale under the watchful army of chefs who followed the recipes developed by her parents. What had seemed fun as a child, and an imposition as a teenager, now filled her with a warm sense of nostalgia, although she would have liked just one moment of her mother's time.”
Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

Sara Desai
“His stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the aromas drifting up from the kitchen below reminded him of his mother's masala box, filled with all the spices she used to make their meals- zesty cumin, sweet cinnamon, fragrant bay leaves, savory mustard seeds, rich peppercorn, pungent garam masala, and spicy chilies- they were all tied up in a sense of home.”
Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“Water flows from high places to low places. That is the nature of gravity. Emotions also seem to act according to gravity. When in the presence of someone with whom you have a bond, and to whom you have entrusted your feelings, it is hard to lie and get away with it. The truth just wants to come flowing out.”
Tashikazu Kawaguchi

Dana Bate
“Growing up outside of Philadelphia, I never wanted for diner food, whether it was from Bob's Diner in Roxborough or the Trolley Car Diner in Mount Airy. The food wasn't anything special- eggs and toast, meat loaf and gravy, the omnipresent glass case of pies- but I always found the food comforting and satisfying, served as it was in those old-fashioned, prefabricated stainless steel trolley cars. Whenever we would visit my mom's parents in Canterbury, New Jersey, we'd stop at the Claremont Diner in East Windsor on the way home, and I'd order a fat, fluffy slice of coconut cream pie, which I'd nibble on the whole car ride back to Philly.
I'm not sure why I've always found diner food so comforting. Maybe it's the abundance of grease or the utter lack of pretense. Diner food is basic, stick-to-your-ribs fare- carbs, eggs, and meat, all cooked up in plenty of hot fat- served up in an environment dripping with kitsch and nostalgia. Where else are a jug of syrup and a bottomless cup of coffee de rigueur? The point of diner cuisine isn't to astound or impress; it's to fill you up cheaply with basic, down-home food.
My menu, however, should astound and impress, which is why I've decided to take up some of the diner foods I remember from my youth and put my own twist on them. So far, this is what I've come up with:

Sloe gin fizz cocktails/chocolate egg creams
Grilled cheese squares: grappa-soaked grapes and Taleggio/
Asian pears and smoked Gouda
"Eggs, Bacon, and Toast": crostini topped with wilted spinach,
pancetta, poached egg, and chive pesto
Smoky meat loaf with slow-roasted onions and prune
Whipped celery root puree
Braised green beans with fire-roasted tomatoes
Mini root beer floats
Triple coconut cream pie

Dana Bate, The Girls' Guide to Love and Supper Clubs

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