Quotes About Nostalgia

I'll always remember this as the summer of the monkeys.

And not there, not there, not there, Your laughing face and your wind-blown hair Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

I like to live in the past. I don't think people are going to get much fun in the future.

When I hear a man say that his childhood was the happiest time of his life, I think (puff) my friend, you have had a pretty poor life.

He tried to remember her as a thin little urchin trailing across the fields with Garrick behind her. But that was no use at all. The urchin was gone forever. It was not beauty she had grown overnight but the appeal of youth, which was beauty in its own right.

The trouble with music was that in some way it was too nostalgic...every tune seemed to exist with its notes firmly rooted in an event or an emotion or a period of time.

Ross pensò: se solo potessimo fermare la vita per un po', la fermerei qui. Non al mio ritorno a casa, non al momento di lasciare Trenwith, ma qui, qui, mentre ci avviciniamo alla sommità della collina, oltre Sawle, il crepuscolo che accarezza i confini della terra e Demelza che cammina canticchiando al mio fianco.

Dinner began at five and went on until seven forty. It was a meal worthy of the age, the house, and the season. Pea soup to begin, followed by a roast swan with sweet sauce, giblets, mutton steaks, a partridge pie, and four snipe. The second course was a plum pudding with brandy sauce, tarts, mince pies, custards, and cakes, all washed down with port wine and claret and Madeira and home-brewed ale. Ross felt that there was only one thing missing: Charles.

Invece adesso quella stanza, che l'aveva vista diventare adulta, l'avrebbe anche vista avvizzire e sbiadire.

That reminds me of when you used to call and see us before Christmas, the year before last. Somehow–somehow life was all dark and secret and beautiful then.

Every menu is an obituary.

Naš jedini susret, posle mnogo godina, bio je razgovor dveju stolica za hladnim sto?i?em. Vislava Šimborska, Prva ljubav

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in deinen süßen heißen mädchenheimlichen Mondrausch.

Einer von denen, die nach Hause kommen und die dann doch nicht nach Hause kommen, weil für sie kein Zuhause mehr da ist.

Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

One of the saddest things of my life was that I was deprived of the years of raising Dylan and could only dream about showing her Manhattan and the joys of Paris and Rome.

In those days, the Stage Delicatessen on Seventh Avenue was a late-night ritual.

In those days, Chicago had a joint called the Black Angus that had ribs the taste of which gave life meaning you couldn't get from religion, psychoanalysis, or great art.

But her favorite birthday memories were at Serendipity

When she grew up, no drinking her orange juice or chocolate milk out of glasses that were once Yahrzeit candles.

Then a few more days and boom, green is everywhere and spring has come to Manhattan and in Central Park you see blossoms and petals unfolding and the air smells of nostalgia and you want to kill yourself. Why? Because it's too beautiful to handle; the pineal gland secretes Unspeakable Melancholy Juice, and you don't know where to put all those feelings that are stampeding inside and God forbid at that point your love life is not going too well. Get the revolver.

I'm very proud of my pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.