Quotes About Nostalgia

To quote Yogi Berra, it was déjà vu all over again.

I have not forgotten those days, I have only forgotten how simply they seemed to occur …

Leven is het weer. Leven is maaltijden. Lunch op een blauw-geruit kleed waar zout op is gemorst. De geur van tabak. Brie, gele appels, messen met houten handvaten.

She constantly piles up her hair with her hands and then lets it fall. She laughs, but there is no sound. It's all in silence - she is made out of yesterdays.

Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit.

stripped of all but a single, last possession, a ring, a photograph, or letter that represented everything dearest and forever left behind that they somehow hoped, it being so small, they would be able to take with them. He had such a letter, from Enid. The days I spent with you were the greatest days of my life Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The children playing by the fountains will become old men, but nothing of this will have changed

There were other houses that always brought images of an orderly life, kitchens with plain sideboards, old windows, the comforts of marriage in their common form, which at times surpassed everything—breakfast in the morning, conversations, late hours, and nothing that suggested excess or decay.

But like Conrad's shipmates on the Narcissus, I never saw any of them again.

To forget things I like getting lost in the smell of old books, the scent of the gods.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

Ah, me! Roll them back, you ruthless harvester of the years. Give back to me Nat-ah'-ki and my youth. Return to us our lodge and the wide, brown, buffalo plains.

Alas! Alas! why could not this simple life have continued? Why must the railroads, and the swarms of settlers have invaded that wonderful land, and robbed its lords of all that made life worth living? They knew not care, nor hunger, nor want of any kind. From my window here I hear the roar of the great city, and see the crowds hurrying by.

We choose exile as a vantage point; from exile we look back on the rejected

In the Shreve High football stadium, I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, Dreaming of heroes.

In Stockton, Illinois

My black-headed black-eyed boy. I remember every day of you. How would I forget?

Many Years before without the New Technologies Life was more Peaceful and Simpler.

And how did you learn to bake like that?" "It was in the '60s in Cambridge," Ginger said with a faraway look in her eyes.

She loved everything vintage—clothes, furniture, music.

previous visit, she'd thought of Ariana.

I love this, and I wish we could keep on driving," Ivy said, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair back from her forehead that had blown from her ponytail "I haven't seen the Monterrey Peninsula or the Bay area in years. Or the wine country. I've been gone too long.

He began to play Yesterday, an old Beatles song.