Quotes About Nostalgia

A life without memory is no life at all

Pobre de aquel, que no hizo de su infancia Una leyenda.

O futuro era muito melhor antigamente.

Abandono mi pasado, pero no quiero olvidarlo. Por eso apuntaré lo que debo recordar.

La poesía es sobre todo el naufragio feliz de la memoria.

iría viendo cómo se iba haciendo chiquita la ciudad de méxico y adiós ángel de la independencia y adiós caballito y adiós monumento a la revolución ¿verdad?

One day when I was like 9, I heard the Beatles on the radio, and I asked my dad who they were. He told me they were the best band in the world, and I became obsessed. He started giving me their albums in sequential order, and I listened to them - and only them - until I was probably in high school.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

dilapidated grandeur of St. Petersburg,

Next year, when you return, you'll bring the ashes back and toss them onto that year's bonfire. In this way, each of us comes back to this place, bringing some of the past, leaving with some of the future. Will those of you who have ashes from last year please bring them forward?" he asked.

La memoria. Sacca piena di cianfrusaglie che rotolano fuori per caso e finiscono col meravigliarti, come se non fossi stato tu a raccoglierle, a trasformarle in oggetti preziosi.

O menininho brinca no tapete enquanto nós adultos rimos contando coisas da infância do pai dele e dos tios. Ele ergue o rosto e indaga: — Do que vocês estão falando? — Da infância — responde alguém. — Infância é legal? — Muito. — A gente não pode viajar pra lá? Era o que estávamos fazendo

The Dog Hair The dog is gone. We miss him. When the doorbell rings, no one barks. When we come home late, there is no one waiting for us. We still find his white hairs here and there around the house and on our clothes. We pick them up. We should throw them away. But they are all we have left of him. We don't throw them away. We have a wild hope—if only we collect enough of them, we will be able to put the dog back together again.

The people in your happy memories have to be the same people who want to have you in their own happy memories.

Looking back at that evening was almost better than experiencing it the first time, because it did not go faster than I could manage it, I did not have to worry about my part, and I was not distracted by doubt, because I knew how it would come out. I relived it so often, it might have happened just so that I could relive it later.

He takes me up a few flights of stairs into an small apartment. It looks familiar to me. Any room can seem like a room remembered from a dream, as can any doorway into a second room...

Once she was gone, every memory was suddenly precious, even the bad ones, even the times I was irritated with her, or she was irritated with me. Then it seemed a luxury to be irritated.

Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.

Me iba yo sintiendo como el barco: todo rodeado de color nostalgia. Un color nostalgia que incluso iba enrojeciendo de lo difícil que me parecía entenderlo todo.

ô literatura! Por que as coisas nos parecem sempre belas quando protegidas pela distância?

Sentei-me no chão roendo os sequilhos e chorando porque queria a minha mãe, não a que saiu de mantilha mas a que ficou no retrato.

Sabia que não ia voltar mas continuava pensando com tanta força. Como quando se tira um vestido velho do baú, um vestido que não é para usar, só para olhar. Só para ver como ele era. Depois a gente dobra de novo e guarda mas não se cogita em jogar fora ou dar. Acho que saudade é isso.

Mais tarde descobri que não gosta nem de poesia nem de música. Ainda assim, liguei o toca-discos e dei-lhe os patrícios, Bethânia, Caetano. E se não dei televisão é porque acho aquilo o fim. Embora esteja pensando numa mas só para ver os filmes antigos. E os longas-metragens de vampiros e monstros.

Most of us can remember a time when a birthday -- especially if it was one's own -- brightened the world as if a second sun had risen.