Quotes About Nostalgia

The thing about all my food is that everything is a remembered flavor. Maybe it's something I had as a child or maybe it's something I had in Milan, but I want it to taste better than you ever thought.

I actually think that the food our mothers made may not be what we are nostalgic for. It's more an emotional picture of a mother who was always there, knew what we needed, loved us, let us run free when we wanted to explore.

A mother who tries to console her broken heart by fancying her departed child absent on his wonted chase after the dragon-fly, hums, How far to-day in chase, I wonder, Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly!

You really have to clean up your room sometime, all these yellowed pages and scraps of paper completely covered with dust, someday no one will be able to find his way around in them.

Ama an?msama dendiÄŸinde, belleÄŸim yaln?zca al???lm?? an?lar?, geride kalm??, eskitilmiÅŸ, terk edilmiÅŸ ÅŸeyleri dile getiriyorsa eÄŸer o zaman, içinde art?k beni hiçbir ÅŸeyin rahats?z etmemesi gereken bir an?lar daÄŸarc???ndan henüz uza??m, hem de çok uza??m demektir.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. – Aeschylus

That hindsight thing will bite you in the butt every time. And there's just something about youth that keeps us from realizing how every choice we make matters. What I would give if I could just go back and spend those nights with Beck when he was a little boy at home.

I know the first film I ever saw it must have been some time in 1924, when I was six or so... was Black Beauty. About a stallion. I still recall a sequence with fire. It was burning, I remember that vividly. And I remember too how it excited me, and how afterwards we bought the book of Black Beauty and how I learned the chapter on the fire by heart at that time I still hadn't learned to read.

Estas visiones, yo lo sabía, quedarían para siempre impresas en mi memoria, pero nunca tendrían eco en los recuerdos de los míos. Los buenos recuerdos son aquellos que vivimos con los que amamos, porque podemos evocarlos juntos.

Il fiore perde la freschezza e il profumo; ma la memoria del fiore ci rimane nell'anima incorruttibile ed odorosa per sempre!

The way you wear your hat, The way you sip your tea, The mem'ry of all that -- No, no! They can't take that away from me!

If you've ever wondered where the good songs go After they've had their day, You'll be glad to meet a man I know, Wrinkled old and gray. He collects the tunes that time has thrown aside— Puts them under lock and key; For a penny he is glad to set them free.

Memories of the past would return to us more often if only we sought them out, sought their intense sweetness. But we let them slumber within us, and worse, we let them die, rot, so much so that the generous impulses that sweep through our souls when we are twenty we later call naive, foolish…Our purest, most passionate loves take on the depraved appearance of sordid pleasure.

Ci sono certe cose, nel cuore, che non muoiono, e gli amori della prima infanzia sono gli amori più forti.

We are the restless living, our names are not haloed by nostalgia.

Soon we slid into the long length of the Black Sea, and the Bosporus with all its memories lay far behind. One bade it adieu, as regretful, as sentimental an adieu as though one would never again return to its blue waters.

You, the damnable place of my birth, my eternal Decembers.

You know why they call it the Garden State, don't you? It's like the Garden of Eden-- everyone is from there originally, but no one you meet actually lives there anymore.

I guess you will,' she said, and the two of them turned, their arms linked just the way they used to be long ago when they walked on the beach in Carmel, and together they walked across the wide hall of the courthouse to join the others.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.

I'll wager my life there are millions of men Who wish that their wives were their sweethearts again

I lost the sunshine and roses, I lost the heavens so blue, I lost the beautiful rainbow, I lost the morning dew. I lost the angel who gave me Summer the whole winter through, I lost the gladness that turned into sadness When I lost you.

The song is ended,But the melody lingers on.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas.