Quotes About Nostalgia

It's like, it's kind of like if you ever had a car and it was a bit of a clunker but you love it, that's my show. It's a bit of a clunker but I know where everything is and I like it.

Like many people who come to New York to live and then have to leave before they really want to, I spent the next three or four years with the vague feeling that there was a great party going on somewhere and I was not at it.

Seeing her again was like unearthing an emotional library card with a lot of overdues.

There are a number of smells I've loved in my lifetime, but few can compare with the smell of a bookstore.

Sometimes it was like that, I suppose; some people become so important in your life that they're almost like a trademark, but then they're gone. Sometimes they might reappear, but they're nothing at all like what you've assembled in your mind since their departure; sometimes you can't even stand them anymore, because they break up the legend and nothing dies harder than a good, personal legend.

I couldn't help but remember the one at my parents' place after they had passed. I'd gone through their things and hadn't kept much, but when it came time for the auction I'd had a strong impulse to bid on everything like some museum curator attempting to keep the collection whole.

I looked at the sky with its patchwork of sun and storm clouds—the devil must be beating his wife indeed. I bet I was the only one who used that phrase anymore. I

It was like being trapped forever in the present tense of the first line of a first reader.

Her laugh. The way she smoked before she gave up. Smoke trickling up her nostrils. Spokes of smoke when she spoke.

Subí a mi habitación y me serví un whisky. Gran error: al primer trago me entraron arcadas. Me estaba haciendo viejo para aquellos trotes.

I forgot what it felt like to be young

Except heaven is a hope , and eden is a memory .

There were dragons when I was a boy.

Sometimes I think I would rather just remember it in my head, all those streets and the places I loved. The way it smelled of car exhaust and sweet fruit. The thickness of the heat. The sound of dogs barking in alleyways. That's the Panama I want to hold on to. Because a place can do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste....I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather up the imprint of him and save it. I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. I can lie in the creases formed by his body. I can sleep with him again.

Ella ha desaparecido y con ella toda una época… Se cierra el período glorioso que simbolizaba su nombre».

Alguien dijo que siempre partimos del lugar donde hubiéramos sido felices.

But it was long before then that I realized that my mother was no longer there. That she had died with my father. I was a little girl being raised by spirits. In

But some of us have moved away and they are the ones who miss this street the most. They will always belong here even when they think they no longer do.

Sometimes at night, when I was alone, or when I was at the pool, in the quiet stillness underwater, my mind would go to that place. To the hospital, to the people there. It was as if my heart could travel, over the miles, over the months that had passed, and I was back with her. Olivia

Too often, she looked forward to the end of something—to beginning the remembering—more than the thing itself.

Leo was reciting from the album covers: "Cyndi Lauper, Pat Benatar, Huey Lewis, Paula Abdul? This is like a bad MTV segment of 'Where Are They Now?'" "More like, guess who joined the Columbia House Record Club

Leo was reciting from the album covers: "Cyndi Lauper, Pat Benatar, Huey Lewis, Paula Abdul? This is like a bad MTV segment of 'Where Are They Now?'" "More like, guess who joined the Columbia House Record Club when she was