Quotes About Nostalgia

The fate of the Right in the late modern age is to destroy what remains of the past in a vain attempt to recover it.

When you have no future, you live in the past.

You count the years until you get a varsity jersey, then you're a hero, an idol, a cocky bastard because in this town you can do no wrong. You win and win and you're the king of your own little world, then poof, it's gone. You play your last game and everybody cries. You can't believe it's over. Then another team comes right behind you and you're forgotten.

Street life was a struggle to survive today, with no time to reminisce and nothing in the past to get nostalgic over. There was no future so that point of reference was likewise unknown.

My buddies and I wrote letters to hundreds of pofessional players, asking for autographed photos. Occasionally one responded, and to get a photo in th email was a reason to strut.

Now normally I consider nostalgia to be a toxic impulse. It is the twinned, yearning delusion that (a) the past was better (it wasn't) and (b) it can be recaptured (it can't) that leads at best to bad art, movie versions of old TV shows, and sad dads watching Fox News. At worst it leads to revisionist, extremist politics, fundamentalist terrorism, and the victory—in Appalachia in particular—of a narcissist Manhattan cartoon maybe-millionaire

Now normally I consider nostalgia to be a toxic impulse. It is the twinned, yearning delusion that (a) the past was better (it wasn't) and (b) it can be recaptured (it can't) that leads at best to bad art, movie versions of old TV shows, and sad dads watching Fox News. At worst it leads to revisionist, extremist politics, fundamentalist terrorism

But even though we were all horrifying reminders of our own mortality, it was nice to see my old, crumbling friends.

You're nice,' Cushie told him, squeezing his hand. 'And you're my oldest friend.' But they both must have known that you can know someone all your life and never quite be friends.

The hardest thing to accept about the passage of time is that the people who mattered most to us are all wrapped up in parenthesis

And never forget, there is memory.

Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy.

When people say that German or any other language is romantic... all they really mean is that they've enjoyed a past in the language.

Nostalgia! Miss Frost cried. You´re nostalgic! She repeated. Just how old are you, William? She asked. Seventeen, I told her. Seventeen! Miss Frost cried, as if she'd been stabbed. Well, William Abbott, if you're nostalgic at seventeen, maybe you are going to be a writer!

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in parentheses.

Juan Diego lived there, in the past—reliving, in his imagination, the losses that had marked him.

It often happens with grown-ups that their tears are misunderstood. (Who can know which time in their lives they are reliving?)

The way you remember or dream about your loved ones - the ones who are gone - you can't stop their endings from jumping ahead of the rest of their stories. You don't get to choose the chronology of what you dream, or the order of events in which you remember someone. In your mind - in your dreams, in your memories - sometimes the story begins with the epilogue.

There was something about the Midwest in her that Wallingford loved.

The past is everlasting.

When my mother felt my father take her hand into his—they were not clapping—she did not resist him; she gave back equal pressure, both of them never taking their eyes from the bulky bear performing below them, and my mother thought: I am nineteen and my life is just beginning.

In the company of grown women among whom Jack remembered being a little boy, he was again a child.

The past was where he lived most confidently, and with the surest sense of knowing who he was—not only as a novelist.

Quel ch'è più arduo ad accettarsi, riguardo al passare del tempo, è che le persone che un tempo contavano tanto per noi siano adesso chiuse fra due parentesi.