Novel & Cerita Quotes About The 80's

"He's 84." "84?" Charlie chuckled, "84 is a good age!" "Why so?" asked Julien curiously. Charlie laughed casually. "Oh, there is a saying in Oskia that 73 and 84 are two hurdles for the elderly. It means that these two years will be relatively difficult. There will be more disasters and diseases, and they may pass away at this age. Since this year is the fourth quarter, if you are lucky, Harrison might die this year." "Oh, really?" Julien suddenly opened his eyes wide in excitement. He couldn't hide his smile as he asked curiously, "Is there any scientific basis for this saying?"

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.

"What age are you living in? The 1980s?" Yolanda flicked her hair behind her shoulder and walked away. What year was it anyway?

Period. She kept her back to the stairs and danced and sang and laughed with the others. They were all her age, give or take, and they all seemed to like those old hits from the ‘80s and the ‘90s. That helped her keep her cool, while they played pop quiz with every song, trying to remember title, band and release year.

relax in the seat and cross my arms, lifting my knees and placing my feet in the space between the two empty seats in front of me. “That was the name of Tom Cruise's love interest in “Cocktail”, remember? His eyebrows rise, as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about. — Cocktail? — I repeat. — The 1988 movie where the bartender juggles cocktails to amuse the audience? - Oh yes. “But he's got that uncertain look in his eyes, and I'm not sure he knows what the hell I'm talking about. — Do you like 80s movies? I ask, pointing to the movie we're about to watch. “I like horror movies,” he clarifies and offers me the popcorn. “This is a classic. Is that you? “I love the '80s.” I take some and po

I explained further, hoping to paint a clearer picture of my intention. As I finished speaking, Ihudiya, who patiently waited her turn, interjected with a playful smile. "Ah, the nostalgia of the eighties, I see! Though I must remind you, Nwa eighties, that we're firmly planted in the twenty-first century. While time travel might sound tempting, we're still stuck together in the present, for better or worse." Her words held a lighthearted tease, acknowledging my yearning for simpler times while gently grounding me in reality.

“Back in my time I used to be not just the most beautiful in my street but every man wanted my number. God, I was so fine back then. How do you think I got James’s father, bless his soul.” Sheila was laughing uncontrollably. I was so surprised at how Sheila and James’s mom were getting along so perfectly. “Mrs. Hawthorne, the 70s and 80s might have been great but there was no technology,” Sheila said. “You people were practically living under a rock.”

In front of everyone, I tore off the veil I had worn eighty-eight times. This time, the relationship was finally over.

It was a stark contrast, to say the least. Krystal couldn't contain her amusement and let out a playful giggle. "Do these ladies not realize that the eighties have come and gone? Just like their looks," she quipped, her eyes glinting mischievously. I couldn't help but let out a smirk, unable to contain my amusement. "God, you're such a witty one," I teased, shaking my head playfully. "Well, I can't deny that I have a fondness for doggy-style," she retorted with a mischievous grin, a twinkle in her eye. Her remark elicited a snort of laughter from me, unable to resist the banter between us.

Part of me was wishing I had brought some just in case she wasn’t joking, that would be seriously freaking hot watching that with a girl. I laughed as she took the DVD out of my hands. “Beetle juice? This is your favourite movie?” She raised a sceptical eyebrow. I nodded and slipped my arm around her shoulder. “Yep. I like old movies.” She smiled. “I do too actually. You can’t beat a good eighties movie.” “Oh yeah? I love eighties stuff too. What’s your favourite then, Stripes?” She pursed her lips and thought about it for a couple of seconds. “Well, apart from retro porn, obviously…” she joked.