Quotes About Nostalgia

Among the worst things about growing old is the loss of those irreplaceable friends who added richness and depth to your life.

Gonzaga was the kind of place you'd not even think about loving until you'd left it for a couple of years.

By carefully editing what I thought would harm her, I turned my childhood into something as glamorous as forbidden fruit.

The past was one country where I tried to limit the number of free trips.

my middle-class background had not prepared me for life without scented toilet paper.

found myself closing my eyes and walking the airy streets of Waterford made weightless by the buoyancy of my nostalgia.

and wondered when it was, the exact moment, that I had lost her, that I let her fall too far away from me, that I betrayed the laughing girl and let the world have her. The photograph cut into my heart and I began to read the letter aloud.

As Tradd approached me I turned my back toward him and found myself facing an antique mirror that reflected our three images in tarnished

one afflicted with all the hurt and burden and grandeur of memory. I wondered if they could see the difference.

I wish you were small again, so I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But you are grown, and you know that for some things there is no comfort.

Sybel, you went from me like a dream, so silently, so irrevocably—I could not bear it, I could not bear it—

alguns livros são tão bons que queremos lê-los uma e outra vez. Afeiçoamo-nos a eles.Tornam-se...bom, tornam-se um pouco a nossa familia.

We are all emigrants from the same country — the land of childhood. What I want to do is write about the journey all of us have taken — or are in the process of taking — from that special place.

In the middle of the block, she opened the door of a coffee shop, but they were playing one of the songs she had heard with Carol everywhere, and she let the door close and walked on. The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?

The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn't much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art.

He felt he was about to experience again some ancient, delicious childhood moment that the steam calliope's sour hollowness, the stitching hurdy-gurdy accompaniment, and the drum-and-cymbal crash brought almost to the margin of his grasp.

Thanks for all the wonderful memories. They're like something in a museum already or something preserved in amber, a little unreal, as you must have felt yourself always to me.

In the middle of the block, she opened the door of a coffee shop, but they were playing one of the songs she had heard with Carol everywhere, and she let the door close and walked on. The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back? The Price of Salt [Carol is the film based on this title.]

Cuando regresé a la Universidad me fui a vivir con un amigo, un compañero de estudios. Se llamaba Kermit. Vivía cerca del colegio con su familia. Tenía un hermano y una hermana menores que él y aquella casa era un caos.—Robert sonrió—. Pero era un hogar, ¿comprendes? No, no puedes comprenderlo si nunca has carecido de uno verdadero.

Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.

You really romanticize the white-trash period of your life,' Rain once said to me, which I thought was a little hurtful but perhaps true.

road. It's soul lifting. You're going to see what makes America's heart beat. My family took a cross-country trip when I was a kid. Boy, those were some of the best memories of my life." "What happened?" Pep asked. "Uh . . . I . . . don't remember, actually," Dr. McDonald admitted. "It was

What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?

The young remember most deeply