Nostalgic College Quotes & Sayings

The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world ... What it hasn't got is not worth having ... — Kenneth Grahame

Thought's surface: word.
Word's surface: gesture.
Gesture's surface: skin.
Skin's surface: shiver. — Vera Pavlova

In pubs across the land, the customers speak of little else but lunar nutation, especially since the moon is nutating at this very moment. — Tom Shields

I'm not nostalgic for my glory days in college. It was lame for me. Probably because I had no friends. — Alex Honnold

My life story is structured by reckless reenactments of panic and flight. — Merri Lisa Johnson

Thinking well to be wise: planning well, wiser: doing well wisest and best of all. — Malcolm Forbes

The avocado is native to the Mexican state of Puebla, which helps explain why it's so popular in Mexican cooking. — Marcus Samuelsson

You have taught yourself to read English, too," Pepe said slowly to the boy; the girl suddenly gave him the shivers, for no known reason. "English is just a little different - I can understand it," the boy told him, — John Irving

While there is a lower class, I am in it." - Eugene Debs — Leonard Richardson

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal. — Peter S. Beagle

Each of us will be able to see God if we can ignite the spiritual light. — Debasish Mridha

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 were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..
Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now..
I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here. — Sanhita Baruah

It's disappointing being a Canadian and having friends on that team but that's the way it goes. It's the Olympics. It's disappointing for every Canadian but over the years you've seen the parity with all the teams because it's the best players in the world. — Darren McCarty

I've no desire to hang around with a bunch of upper-class delinquents, do twenty minutes' work and then spend the rest of the day loafing about in Paris drinking gallons of champagne and having dozens of moist, pink, highly experienced French peasant girls galloping up and down my - hang on ... — Rowan Atkinson

How did your mother die?" asked Delk.
"Car accident," Katie replied, gazing out over the water. "She'd been to mass. A tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather's age, when it happened. My brother was only eleven." She paused. "I do know what you're going through." Katie looked at her.
"Pather told you?" Katie nodded. Delk was glad Pather had told his sister; she was relieved not to have to tell the story again. "Does it ever ... you know ... get any better?"
Katie shrugged her narrow shoulders and smiled. "In some ways it does, but it's a bit like running a long race with a rock in your shoe. You get used to it, but it always hurts a little. — Suzanne Supplee