Quotes About Nostalgia

Com taquicardia, respiro fundo, olho ao redor, só não me lembro mais por que eu tanto queria atravessar a rua. Este lado é como um espelho do outro, com os mesmos pedestres aflitos para atravessar de volta, os mesmos minúsculos botecos com idênticas bundas grandes do lado de fora, além de uma banca de jornal igual a todas, onde vejo exposta uma primeira página tenebrosa.

Well, the good old days with most of us was when we didn't earn enough to pay an income tax.

This morning's tea makes yesterday distant.

Mrs. Harker gave us a cup of tea, and I can honestly say that, for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home.

That time of year, you know, when the summer, beginning to sadden, Full-mooned and silver-misted, glides from the heart of September, Mourned by desolate crickets, and iterant grasshoppers, crying All the still nights long, from the ripened abundance of gardens...

To-day one half remembers With a sigh, In the yellow-mooned Septembers Long gone by, Many a solitary stroll With an overflowing soul...

The past is not a package one can lay away.

Whenever I think about the past, it just brings back so many memories.

And why should I rekindle these smoking embers? Why call up from their casements the ghosts of the dead?

Words of snow, which fell last year.

The flowers of the past are dead — but their wilted beauty and potpourri aroma enrich the present with memories.

Walking down the third aisle of the stack beneath tin-shaded lightbulbs, smelling the familiar library scents of must and dust and cinnamony, aging paper, he thought: When I die, I guess I'll go with a library card in one hand and an OVERDUE stamp in the other. Well, maybe there's worse ways.

Is there a point at which every Sunday during the NFL season ceases to make a man feel like a kid on Christmas morning?

Be a vintage typewriter in a world full of laptops.

Before the typewriter, this was a booming career path, as nearly every major business needed a competent and proficient penman on hand... during the golden age of penmanship (roughly 1860 to 1930).

Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

Pisces — remembers things that happened 25 years ago, forgets things that happened 5 seconds ago

There's no place like home... except Grandma's.

No cowboy was ever faster on the draw than a grandparent pulling a baby picture out of a wallet.

Homecoming unites the past and the present.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!

I feel like I'm 16 again — gas is cheap and I'm grounded.

Remember back when we used to eat cake after someone blew all over it? Man, were we wild!

As a child she'd kept a copy of Evangeline in her pocket. She'd go down by the riverside and read it until she cried her eyes out... She thought the two words — primeval forest — that's often in that book, were the two most beautiful words in the English language.