Quotes About Nostalgia

Kasno je, sje?anja, uzalud se javljate, beskorisne su vaše nemo?ne utjehe i podsje?anja na ono što je moglo da bude, jer što nije bilo, nije ni moglo da bude. A uvijek izgleda lijepo ono što se nije ostvarilo. Vi ste varka koja ra?a nezadovoljstvo, varka koju ne mogu i ne želim da otjeram jer me razoružava i tihom tugom brani od patnje.

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka ?ežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga?

Ostani ve?eras kod mene - kaže kao da se brani od ne?ega, od prazne sobe, od usamljenosti, od misli na vrijeme što je prošlo.

i sve pomalo li?i na onu nekadašnju no?, izdvojenu iz drugih, obilježenu tajnom. Sve je bilo, a opet li?i na san, ni na ?emu ne mogu da se zaustavim jer ništa ne znam, a držim se sje?anja, uporno. Nijednog putokaza nemam za traženje i zadovoljavam se onim što je bilo, od toga je u meni ostao pun osje?aj, neistrošen i nezadovoljen, i ostao je nekakav sanjarski miris, druga dimenzija, mogu?nost izvan onoga što se obi?no dešava.

I know they're not like that now. If you asked me what happened between them," she said finally, "I don't know if I could tell you. But of course, nobody asked me." Her voice dropped low now, and she turned to look for the bus. "Your mother and father are both dreamers," she said, her back still turned. "That's what brought them together, and that's what's tearing them down. You'll always have to wake up at some point. And if you not ready for woke-up love, it'll break your heart.

Everything around me smelled musty, like when you open an old book and it smells like words.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para describirlo.

A boldogság a legrosszabb. Vannak napok, amikor nem tudom rávenni magam az emlékezésre. De a múlt egyetlen apró részletét sem hagyom elveszni.

El olor de su piel es demasiado familiar para descubrirlo.

When people express nostalgia for youth, I always suspect they have inadequate recall.

but I can't remember much about life before the war anyway so it doesn't count in my book, which this is.

and I smiled at her because I still liked her from yesterday.

I met Drew Barrymore in New York and she said she liked the band. That was really cool. I grew up on her.

People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.

The city was a paradox, though maybe it had always been one. You could have an excellent life here, even as everything disintegrated. The city at that moment was not a place that anyone would remember with nostalgia, except for the fact that in the midst of all this, if you played it right, your money could double, and you could buy a big apartment with triple-glazed windows that overlooked the chaos.

When you located someone from the past online, it was like finding that person trapped behind glass in the permanent collection of a museum. You knew they were still there, and it seemed to you as if they would stay there forever.

She missed his young, vulnerable, ownable self. You never knew when you were lifting your child for the last time; it might seem like just a regular time, when it was taking place, but later, looking back, it would turn out to have been the last.

Because as you get older, life sort of eats away at you like battery acid, and all the things you once loved are suddenly harder to find. And when you do find them, you don't have time to enjoy them anymore, you know?

I've decided that there should be a national holiday once a year, when grown children have to let their parents tuck them in one more time.

Yeah, you were lucky you got to come here when you did. But what was most exciting about it when you were here was the fact that you were young. That was the best part.

But later on, having met in childhood can turn out to have been the worst thing, because you and your friends might have nothing to say to each other anymore, except, 'Wasn't it funny that time in tenth grade

people could not get enough of what they'd lost, even if they no longer really wanted it.

Now, deep into the Reagan years, you should still feel the sad spillover from that quaintly vanished era, and you could go with your best friend to this friendly sex toy store located in an anonymous office building, and stand together, silently shaking with laughter, both teenaged and fully grown all at once, knowing that you would never have to choose between those different states of maturity, because you contained them both inside yourselves.