Ah, my dad's whistle. On holidays when I was a kid, we would all be off in the rock pools along the beach. When it came time to go, we'd hear the whistle and we'd all come running. Like dogs!

My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like 'Jack Frost' and 'Rudolph the Red - Nosed Reindeer'...

In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.

The older I get the more I enjoy my childhood…! ~James A. Murphy

There was nothing better than the feel of a book in your hand, listening to the crinkling sounds as you turned its pages and the smell of its crisp paper.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

As truth be told, homecoming never gets old.

So... just kissing ... ? If he was disappointed, he didn't show it. Kudos to him. "Some feeling up is allowed, but nothing below the waist. And absolutely no sex." Just saying it out loud was getting...

And yet it was not authentic, of course, because no real boardwalk of 1910 had been this perfect. It was like a fondly remembered nostalgic confection, a past sanitized of its imperfections,...

the taste for Victorian-era sci-fi futures is more than anything else a nostalgia for the last moment, before the carnage of World War I, when everyone could safely feel a redemptive future was...

Growing up ruins everything

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.

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

Why deny the obvious need for memory?

Our misconception in viewing the past lies in assuming that doubt and fear, permit, protests, violence and hate were not equally present.

I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.{Light in August}

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...

The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

Nostalgia is powerful. It is natural, human to long for the past, particularly when we can remember our histories as better than they were.

There were always those passengers who came aboard bearing grudges against the modern age.

From the splendors of the coffee, the mongeaunt remained unchanged.