Quotes About Nostalgia

Even the smoke of our motherland is sweet and pleasant to us.")

There is nothing shocking about leaving home, but rather, a slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past.

Sometimes I miss Boston', I said. It was a timid confession. I missed it every day - its space, its familiar streets and smells. I missed the laughter, I missed the feel of American money which was like the feel of flesh. Reality for me was the past, and it was elsewhere. This - London - was like a role I had been assigned to play, and I was still yet unsure of my lines.

Paper Matches My aunts washed dishes while the uncles squirted each other on the lawn with garden hoses. Why are we in here, I said, and they are out there? That's the way it is, said Aunt Hetty, the shriveled-up one. I have the rages that small animals have, being small, being animal. Written on me was a message, "At Your Service," like a book of paper matches. One by one we were taken out and struck. We come bearing supper, our heads on fire.

It would stay with him always as everything you ever did stayed with you, every horse you ever saddled, every morning he awoke with Maria Luisa beside him, and every slap of the paten on fresh paper, every time he had thrown open the shutters in the Betancort house, and his captain dying under his hands, always there like a tangle of telegraph wires in the brain where no dispatch was ever lost, what an odd thing, an odd thing.

And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

She wasn't a victim of fate, she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which, one day, in the silence of her heart, in the tedium of old age, she would remember almost with nostalgia - however absurd that might seem.

The taste of things recovered is the sweetest honey we will ever know.

I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the windows, and all the things we'll always have because we cannot possess them.

Memories bring with them a devil called melancholy—oh, cruel demon that I cannot escape. Hearing

Las imágenes felices del pasado y las cosas que podrían haber sido y no fueron

When I return to that house it will be with my son in my arms. I shall have a red coat on him and red-flowered trousers and on his head a hat with a small gilded Buddha sewn on the front and on his feet tiger-faced shoes. And I will wear new shoes and a new coat of black sateen and I will go into the kitchen where I spent my days and I will go into the great hall where the Old One sits with her opium, and I will show myself and my son to all of them.

There in that land of mine is buried the first good half of my life and more. It is as though half of me were buried there, and now it is a different life in my house.

Cómo se mira algo que nunca más se va a ver? ¿Cómo se puede olvidar aquello que nunca se ha tenido?

It wasn't just hostility I felt around my mother, it was inadequacy. I had loved my early childhood with her. We'd spent long hours playing beauty parlor and teay party, baking holiday cookies.

Renunciation is realizing that nostalgia for samsara4 is full of shit.

I don't know of a better argument in favor of farming with horses than trying to start an old tractor in the winter time.

Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Perfume is the art that makes memory speak

Clothing is . . . an exercise in memory. It makes me explore the past: how did I feel when I wore that. They are like signposts in the search for the past.

I don't listen to punk any more, unless it's right before I play. Not that I don't like it, it's nostalgic. But, it's for kids and it should be it's not art, it's expression.