Quotes About Nostalgia

Your heart doesn't flutter like that of a fourteen-year-old girl's when you aren't fourteen anymore.

I'm the lead singer of the Beach Boys and an ambassador of this amazing music that touched a generation.

My Dad was from Liverpool, and he picked it up in the army. He'd often come out with this stuff.

I grew up in Toronto and as long as I can remember, as long as there was cable, even those old cable boxes that were wired to the TV, there have been Bollywood movies on Toronto TV.

I long for the days when athletes were revered. I want to see the romance return to sports, to see people enjoy the game purely for the game and the players.

It is sad, in a way, that the exploding auto is going the way of the old red streetcar, the horse-drawn milk wagon, the ice truck and other traditional and practical forms of transportation. A shotgun blast from a clump of bushes is nice in its own way, but for drama there is nothing like instant depreciation of a car with a gangster at the wheel.

My parents still treat Christmas like I'm thirteen years old.

surfing, writing, composing, and programming deep into the night, like it's the early 1980s with the hue of poison-green CRT illuminating the room, Nike running shoes on the floor, hair metal poster on the door, and everything is infinite, made of fibre optics and floppy disks . . .

Az utolsó öröm éppen olyan édes, mint valaha régen az els? lehetett.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

flute. As I stood in the doorway, he lingered over it, then, carefully rewrapping it, placed it in his box of treasured things. I never saw the flute again. *

My dad says I could sing before I could talk, if that's possible. I was always humming and things like that.

Time goes too fast. Come home.

In Hungary, in Szentendre, there is a cafe they call Nostalgia. They serve coffee with cinnamon there, and I seem to be having cinnamon in my coffee more and more often.

Ponekad davna prole?a, puna toplote i mirisa, procvetaju još jednom u nama. I mi ih pronosimo kroz sadašnju zimu štite?i ih prsima. A onda, jednoga dana, ta davna prole?a po?nu štititi naša prsa od mraza kad se na?emo s one strane prozora na kojoj mraz nije samo slika. (...) Zamisli sada, u ovoj zimi, dva takva prole?a što se dodiruju kao dve livade mirisama. Eto šta nam je potrebno umesto ogrta?a.

Sometimes bygone springs, full of warmth and scent, blossom yet again inside us. And we carry them through the winter, protecting them with our chests. Then, one day, those bygone springs begin protecting our chests from the frost when we find ourselves on the other side of the window, where winter is not just a picture.

Memories are doing funny things to us.

She's sorting out our library, her book, my book, and now and again we exchange a touch for old times

Nostalgia is longing for a place you'd never move back to.

For people like us, home doesn't exist.

When she was there, she had not loved it enough.

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a book store, and she could feel Noa's small hand when he was a boy, and she would close her eyes and think of his sweet grassy smell and remember that he had always tried his best. At those moments, it was good to be alone to hold on to him.

There was consolation: The people you loved, they were always there with you, she had learned. Sometimes, she could be in front of a train kiosk or the window of a bookstore, and she could feel Noa's small hand when he was a boy, and she would close her eyes and think of his sweet grassy smell and remember that he had always tried his est. At those moments, it was good to be alone to hold on to him.