Quotes About Nostalgia

Idiot Wind." Jack would always remember that song.)

As Jack would discover, it's remarkable how you can miss people you barely knew—even those people you never especially liked.

THE summer my father bought the bear, none of us was born—we weren't even conceived: not Frank, the oldest; not Franny, the loudest; not me, the next; and not the youngest of us, Lilly and Egg. My father and mother were hometown kids who knew each other all their lives, but their "union," as Frank always called it, hadn't taken place when Father bought the bear.

Then I got up and went to the bathroom door and asked her if there was anything I could get her. "Thank you," she whispered. "Just go out and get me yesterday and most of today," she said. "I want them back." "Is that all?" I said. "Just yesterday and today?" "That's all," she said. "Thank you.

The temptation to touch each other, even to bash their shopping carts together, was removed from them, and they all settled into being the kind of friends many old friends become: that is, they were friends when they heard from each other – or when, occasionally, they got together. And when they were not in touch, they did not think of one another.

I remember when you kissed me, he wrote to Dr. Larch. I wasn't really asleep. Yes, thought Dr. Larch, I remember that, too. He rested in the dispensary. Why didn't I kiss him more-why not all the time?

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

From my locker I collected my sneakers, jock strap, and gym pants and then turned away, leaving the door ajar for the first time, forlornly open and abandoned, the locker unlocked. This was more final than the moment when the Headmaster handed me my diploma. My schooling was over now.

I did not cry then or ever about Finney. I did not cry even when I stood watching him being lowered into his family's straightlaced burial ground outside of Boston. I could not escape a feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.

I went back to the Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there fifteen years before.

This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but that they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pigmies while you were looking the other way.

Last night as your breathing settled into sleep what I heard was the half-forgotten sound, the velvet rush and hiss, the automatic click as the record player's arm runs out, is brushed away at the record's centre, the pulse of its subsiding oddly comforting. 33 1/3 rpm. The knowledge that when the music ends, there will not be silence.

So long ago, was it in a dream, was it just a dream?

I used to think it was mere homesickness, then I started getting it at home.

I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me.

I regret profoundly that I was not an American and not born in Greenwich Village. It might be dying, and there might be a lot of dirt in the air you breathe, but this is where it's happening.

Piensa en mí de vez en cuando, viejo amigo.

I get emotional when young people get nostalgic about my work. That's why it's called nostalgia. Sometimes I even cry.

Everyone says buying your first apartment makes you feel like an adult. What no one mentions is that selling it turns you right back into a child.

Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there.

I get homesick a lot. That can make me so emotional that I sometimes feel like crying- but never in front of anyone. No way!

There are lot memories to take home but the most emotional moment has been when I was touching down in New Delhi. Tears rolled down when I saw the red soil in Delhi from the plane.

I can be an emotional eater. Of late, I have been doing that, yes. It started when I was very little. My brothers were gone on tour a lot, and I would miss them so much.

I Love the one who you are in the Past .Not the one who you are in the Present.