Lyall Watson Quotes

For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.

To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

The sentimental view of anything is apt to be ridiculous, but I feel that I have been unusually sensitive to the issue of place since I was a little boy.

I've still got the same friends that I grew up with, I still go to the same places that I used to go to when I was younger, and it's just a very special place to me. I'm still very proud to call Iowa home.

I think I'll always live in Fort Worth. It's great that I can now go anywhere I want to play music, but I love coming back here. I can roll down the streets and just reminisce.

What I miss most about Mexico isn't the food or the customs; it's my family and the way we'd all sit around chatting together.

My memory of my home was that it was very happy, and that there was more fun and life there than there was anywhere else.

As a kid I used to pretend I was John Denver, of all people, and play the guitar and sing Take Me Home, Country Roads.

The only other thing I can really remember wanting to do besides acting was a gas station attendant. At the time, that seemed like a great job - wash the windows, pump the gas - it looks so cool coming home with black hands. There's a natural transition, from wanting to be a gas station attendant to being an actor, right?

Boston is always going to be a second home for me.

I had a normal life; we didn't meet movie stars. We lived in Texas where you had rollerskates, and if you got a bicycle, that was a very big gift.

What I do miss is the Jersey Shore.

I'm a deeply romantic person, nostalgic to a fault.

I like a singalong. And I'm a bit of a sentimentalist for the past myself.

I miss my family, and I miss the New Jersey beaches. They have beaches here in L.A., but they aren't the same.

Wisconsin will always be home to me in a nostalgic kind of way.

Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.

we all carry the Houses of our Youth inside, and our Parents, too, grown small enough to fit within our Hearts.

Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.

There must be some deep psychological reason why we turn so instinctively toward home at this special time. . . . A place where every day will be Christmas, with everybody there together. At home.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

In my heart, I'm always in my rail-hosen.

The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep.

Get back to where you once belonged.