Quotes About Nostalgia

I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

I have forgotten all about my school days. I have a vague impression that they were detestable.

the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

The one charm of the past is that it is in the past.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

The one charm of the past is that it is past.

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MÄ›l v rukou kufÃ…â"¢í?ek a poprvé sv?šený ramena. Ale v mých o?ích vyrostl za tu noc o ohromný kus.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

The cowboy has now gone to worlds invisible; the wind has blown away the white ashes of his campfires; but the empty sardine box lies rusting over the face of the Western earth.

They're pretty near the color of your eyes. Never mind my eyes. Can't help it, ma'am. Not since South Fork

Nothing is more foreign than the world of one's childhood when one has truly left it.

I can remember the days, said the Gin-and-Ginger-Ale, when every other girl you met stood about six feet two in her dancing-shoes, and had as many curves as a Scenic Railway.

Und was passiert, wenn du nicht mehr da bist, um [...] mich immer daran zu erinnern, wie ein Zuhause ist?

On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps...

A hoarse shout from within and a small china ornament whizzing past my head informed me that my old friend was at home.

No love could stand up against the sight of me in a sailor suit at the age of ten. I

distance lends enchantment to the view

I looked round the place. The moment of parting had come. I felt sad. The whole thing reminded me of one of those melodramas where they drive chappies out of the old homestead into the snow. 'Good-bye, Jeeves,' I said. 'Good-bye, sir.' And I staggered out.

shaven lawns, and a general atmosphere of what is known as old-world peace. Cows were

She paused, and heaved a sigh that seemed to come straight up from the cami-knickers. A silence ensued.

She just wanted to see you and say hullo' [Joss] 'We haven't met in fifteen years.' [J.B. Duff] 'Ah, but you're like the chewing-gum. The taste linger.' [Joss]

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.