Quotes About Nostalgia

Thus what strikes me today is less the partly illusory, subjective nature of the impression of general euphoria that I felt in that period than the certainty that it is gone forever.

thus frame the evocation of a nonlinear time in which the after can be richer and more precise than the before, a time that remains in the face of time that passes, a time that provides pleasure and happiness.

Nostalgia or the height of bad faith: when its target is time, it performs a ruthless selection; forgetfulness is its secret and particularly effective weapon, a sharp knife that cuts ever deeper into the layers of memory and invents a past that never existed.

we know perfectly well that all was not paradise at the time of our earliest loves; what we wish for, even in knowing the vanity of this wish, is to return there now with our emptiness, our desires, and our imagination.

I'll really miss you at Camp Meadowcroak this year, Arthur," Buster said. "I wish I didn't have to go on vacation with my family," said Arthur. "There'll be nothing to do and no one to do it with." "You'll have D.W.," Buster said, smiling. "For a whole week." "Don't remind me," said Arthur.

Yes, I always remember my dad's, mom's and my grandma's perfumes.

Tess, you need to forget what you don't remember and focus on what you do. You guys had, like, the epic summer. You'll never forget it. Hell, I won't forget it and I was just a jealous bystander.

Arrive-t-il un moment de la vie où le bonheur est passé, où l'on n'attend plus rien ? Est-ce cela que vieillir ? Lorsque aujourd'hui ne parle que d'hier, quand le présent n'est plus qu'un trait de nostalgie que l'on cache pudiquement par des éclats de rire ?

Je me suis rendu compte que les lieux aussi avaient des ombres. Les souvenirs rôdent et vous rendent nostalgique dès que vous vous en approchez trop près.

Les souvenirs sont parfois comme ces photographies blanchies par le temps, dont les détails ressurgissent à la faveur d'un certain éclairage.

Solo me quedaba llenar mi cabeza de recuerdos que me alimentaran los meses siguientes, acumular una reserva de momentos felices para el otoño.

Les visages de ceux qu'on a le plus aimés s'effacent avec le temps, les voix s'oublient, mais les senteurs, jamais.

Les bons souvenirs ne doivent pas être éphémères.

Un amor de infancia es algo sagrado, nada ni nadie te lo puede quitar. Queda para siempre, arraigado en lo más profundo de ti mismo. Basta que un recuerdo lo libere para que emerja a la superficie aunque tenga las alas rotas.

Les moments les plus simples sont ancrés en nous à jamais.

I don't know if I am romanticizing, mythologizing, or being nostalgic. I assume all three. That seems to be how the brain breaks things down after a certain age. I

To learn that a great book has gone out of print is to be reminded of our mortality, because something we have made an intimate part of our emotional selves has been declared, by the publishing world and the culture at large, to be obsolete.

Once I had recognized the taste of the crumb of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime flowers which my aunt used to give me… immediately the old gray house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like the scenery of a theater.

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favorite book.

The only paradise is paradise lost.

The true paradises are paradises we have lost.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.