Quotes About Nostalgia

There wasn't much of that watch left to save, but he put a couple of the bigger pieces in his pocket. "It was my dad's," he said, his eyes getting puffy and red. "My dad was a famous runner.

M)uch as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we were sitting down to the feast.

We long for a life we never had but of which we seem to have a clear memory; a life in wich there is no longing.

The older I get, the better I was.

And I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky, And I will never grow so old again, And I will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain. - Sweet Thing

Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love

It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.

There's nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to a house where you've suffered.

T? bi?t nhé và n?u là l?n cu?i C?ng ?? r?i, c?ng k? di?u ch? sao T? bi?t nhé và n?u còn h?n n?a Không ph?i ta ?ây tr? l?i ?âu nào

The first time he saw her she reminded him a distant memory of falling from a height.

They belonged to a generation that was yearning, every last one of them, to return home. To be buried under their own vine and fig tree, they liked to say.

Recently, everything around me felt familiar yet amiss, like the first time you ride in the back seat of your own car.

Sometimes we watch Bill Murray movies with him and his friends at his house on Sea View Terrace and marvel at the way the boys can recite all the lines the way we know every word of The Outsiders.

I run to the water's edge and the cold ocean licks my toes. Without touching my face I can feel that it's wet with fog and tears and sweat. I stand there, on the cusp of the ocean and listen to its loud inhale. And then it recedes and takes everything from my childhood with it the porcelain dolls, the tap-dancing shoes, the concert ticket stubs, the tiny trophies, and the long, long swing.

Why, I wondered, do people who at one time or another have all been young themselves, who ought therefore to know better, generalize so suavely and so mendaciously about the golden hours of youth--that period of life when every sorrow seems permanent and every setback insuperable?

But I know these things will never come back,

how precious individuals and places become the moment that the possibility of leaving them turns into fact.

I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.

With luck, you were read aloud to as a child.

The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.

Memories are stronger than we think.

The world amazed me, in that I saw it as I had when I was a child. I had forgotten the beauty and the magic and the knowingness of it and me.

We didn't have a beauty shop as I grew up.

It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage... Remember those days? Had you smellin' my boxers.