Quotes About Nostalgia

Ages ago my gran knitted a sweater for my dad. He wore it and wore it and wore it right out. Then my other gran, who lives with us, unraveled it

She was a child robbed of her beloved sea and shore

Growing up I always shopped at Victoria's Secret with my mom and saw Angels like Gisele and Karolina Kurkova in the windows.

When I was a kid, I thought movie stars were women and men who were in these great films that we still look at now. But I don't think there are too many films coming out these days that we're going to look at in the future and say, 'This is one of the great ones.'

Archaeology and memory are two ways of trying to retrieve and keep the past, both of them fallible, fascinating and doomed to be incomplete.

Childhood is really age-less. It's just a matter of how much time you can invest in it.

Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..

In the dark attics of our minds, all times mingle.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

So when I said I'd miss him, I meant I would miss what we had not experienced, and I don't know what that's called: nostalgia for what didn't happen.

If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.

With no interruptions to admire dolly outfits, no tomorrow is a school day, we gorged on fruit and sorbet and splashed immoderate second shots of clear heady framboise, whooping at each others' top-this tales in the orgy of eternal adolescence characteristic of the childless in middle age.

Se supone que los hombres piensan en el sexo todo el tiempo, pero él ya no lo hacía, y ahora lo recordaba con tanta fuerza que dolía.

the definition of the truly foreign locale is one that fosters a piercing and perpetual yearning to go home.

Nur zu bald wirst du diesen Ort, dein Heimatdorf, verlassen. Du wirst durch Schmerz und Feuer und Hunger gehen, und ich kann nicht sagen, wie das Ende aussehen wird. Vielleicht wirst du am Ende nach Palästina kommen oder nach Amerika. Und dort wirst du deinen Kindern Geschichten aus deiner Kindheit erzählen, und sie werden diese Stadt für ebenso exotisch, ebenso fern halten wie Shanghai. Und nur zu bald werdensie fort von dir und in ferne Länder gehen wollen.

I wished there was a way to keep that in a bottle, that one moment of wonderful perfect, so I could open it up whenever I needed to get a good whiff.

I slide down between the sheets beside him, like a secret letter slipped into the safety of an envelope. And dream of ancient places, where everyone is young.

I grew up watching Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell and the other guys with my dad.

The human memory is such a cruel, frustrating thing, the way it just discards things without asking permission, precious things. At least here, in my house, I have control over my memories.

even though Im no longer with her, she's still a part of me? You know, the part of love that isn't about sex, it doesn't automatically die. Or at least it doesn't have to.

Memories fluttered about her mind, of days that had passed and died and were never to return.

This year she thought of the honeyed glow of the Lansdowne, the buzz of chatter, the champagne in ice buckets on outdoor tables on warm summer days, and she thought of the little bit of money her grandmother had left her last month in her will

She didn't need 'little chunks of home'. They were like slightly sinister postcards from old enemies.

strikes of lightning. She saw her mother, stirring a teabag in a mug. She saw her father