Nostalgia”How often we use this word reminiscing about the past – our childhood, school days, college days.. We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days...

Songs are memories… Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren’t quite readyto sign it.

I am not nostalgic for the past.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

She used to wander through the past as often as it beckoned her, bemoaning the loss of nostalgia. Then, for a while, she turned from it, blissfully free of its noxious clutch, and now it’s...

How promising today’s generation is. They can whip out their cellular phones like sheep, instantly take a million digital photos of their cat and then just delete them. But I’d like to see these kids...

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

Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone...

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a placeto be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then...

we might have to eat the dog” poor, but still poor. Poor like, no insurance poor, and going to McDonald’s was a really big excitement poor, wearing socks for gloves in the winter poor, and...

if it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time…

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around meHad an unknown reason of being fearful for so longThinking, if its touched by these horrendous windsWill unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings!Aesthetically pleasing it...

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go.

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven’t realized that todayis tomorrow’s nostalgia.

It’s amusing how we can sometimes hardly remember our first meetings with the most important people in our lives. Where, how, when we first met becomes all a blur. Somewhere along the way, we realize...

I hate being so nostalgic about the Sixties.

We were together. I forget the rest.

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...