Quotes About Nostalgia

The happiest of all things is when an old friend comes and greets us as in former times; the heart is comforted with the assurance that someday everything that we have loved will be given back to us.—

In the corner near her grandfather's bed she saw a short ladder against the wall; up she climbed and found herself in the hayloft. There lay a large heap of fresh sweet-smelling hay, while through a round window in the wall she could see right down the valley.

That's sort of growing up, I guess. Forgetting the things you used to love.

It was Celeste, his mom. Only now she was younger than he was.

Recordáis cómo era abril cuando éramos jóvenes, esa sensación de líquida impetuosidad y el viento extrayendo cucharadas azules del aire y los pájaros fuera de sí en los árboles que ya habían echado brotes?

Yes, another April; in a way, in this story, it is always April.

Yes, this is what I thought adulthood would be, a kind of long indian summer, a state of tranquillity, of calm incuriousness, with nothing left of the barely bearable raw immediacy of childhood, all the things solved that had puzzled me when I was small, all mysteries settled, all questions answered, and the moments dripping away, unnoticed almost, drip by golden drip, toward the final, almost unnoticed, quietus.

Her own mother had died when Anna was twelve and since then father and daughter had faced the world like a pair of nineteenth-century adventurers, a riverboat gambler, say, and his alibi girl.

Remember what April was like when we were young, that sense of liquid rushing and the wind taking blue scoops out of the air and the birds beside themselves in the budding trees?

I am amazed at how little has changed in the more than fifty years that have gone by since I was last here. Amazed, and disappointed, I would go so far as to say appalled, for reasons that are obscure to me, since why should I desire change, I who have come back to live amidst the rubble of the past?

Przesz?o?? bije we mnie niczym drugie serce.

Pomieszczenie wygl?da?o tak, jak je zapami?ta?em. Albo wygl?da?o, jak gdyby by?o takie, jakim je zapami?ta?em, gdy? z regu?y wspomnienia dopasowuj? si? niezauwa?alnie do rzeczy i miejsc z odwiedzanej przesz?o?ci.

Innocence is like youth,' he declared sadly, 'which is given to us only to expend and takes its very meaning from its loss.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.

There are days when I rather detest living in the year 1867. Everything moves so quickly. Change is happening at such a pace. I preferred the way of life thirty years ago when I was a boy.

What I would not have given to be that young at this time and to be able to experience such unashamed honesty.

Why couldn't Ireland have been like this when I was a boy?

Wann bist du in Aus-Wisch angekommen? fragte Bruno. [...] Ich glaube, ich war schon immer hier sagte er schließlich leise. Bist du hier aufgewachsen? Nein, sagte Pavel und schüttelte den Kopf. Nein, das nicht.

I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that.… I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen.

Songs are perhaps the most powerful auditory anchors. I'll bet you've experienced riding in your car listening to the radio and suddenly you remembered a person or scene from long ago. Our whole lives are an accumulation of such anchored imprints—pleasant as well as painful.

create memories.

The clouds reminded me of hootch, the rain reminded me of hootch, the stars reminded me of hootch. I used to dream about girls before I got on the hootch but after that I just used to dream about hootch. I mean dreams are supposed to come from some very deep part of your mind like sex but with me it was hootch.

the Mackenzies regarded all this foolishness with the deepest respect, as if it had some genuine significance. They may have suffered from an indiscriminate sense of the past or from an inability to understand that the past plays no part in our happiness.