Quotes About Nostalgia

that during transitions to democracy, nations often undergo political convulsions that make them hard to govern, thus feeding nostalgia for their old authoritarian order.

Ah, there are no longer any children!

Time now seemed to have receded, to be an enormous empty room which she must furnish, like any other aimless woman, with celluloid shadows of other people's happiness, with music that worked one up for nothing.

Going back to Walter's house had been like visiting a cemetery where there were no tidy tombstones recording beginnings and endings but only question marks over the graves.

the smells of the fur rug and saddle soap, leather and hay, the warm, clean, fecund smell of horses, arose out of the cold darkness and were a comfort against a yearning that was not homesickness.

rabbit stews and custard puddings riddled

Sholto's hairbrush?

silver fork (our crest, a fox rampant, almost handled and washed away

I loved him in the way that one loves those who no longer matter: poignantly.

I like to say, jazz music is kind of like my musical equivalent of comfort food. You know, it's always where I go back to when I just want to feel sort of grounded.

It was with a shock of pitying surprise that she realized, in later years, that the grown-ups had missed the paradise which the children found so easily.

You will be my favorite ex," I whispered in his ear. "I'll be your fifth former wife. We'll mutter crazy dreams together then apart, but you will always be with me." His breath was warm and so very human, not demonic at all. He said, "Don't break my nose." I said, "I won't even break your heart.

I was no good at all at the jitterbug, as I have just now demonstrated, but then this other song came on, a song from a movie. . . . "Tammy." About a girl falling in love. I haven't thought of that song for years. Debbie Reynolds sang it, in a voice that would put you in mind of maple syrup.

a thousand songs that made people bite their lips and bob their heads, recalling a place they once lived, a person they once loved, a version of themselves they'd forgotten.

The packet of fading photos gives it away if you know how to look: always a rundown porch landing and stair rails behind, always a child squinting into strong sunlight and a grim-faced adult skulking in shadow. What must it have been like to grow up in that silence?

Time that refuses to be translated into a tangible thing, time without a number or an ordinal assigned to it, is often said to be "lost." In a city that always looks better in a memory, time lost can make the night seem eternal and full of stars.

In those olden times you didn't have to be a space scientist to manage the gadget that flicked your TV on and off, that ridiculous thingamabob that now comes with twenty push buttons, God knows what for. Doctors made house calls. Rabbis were guys. Kids were raised by their moms instead of in child-care pens like piglets. Software meant haberdashery.

Yes, carbon paper, if any of you out there are old enough to remember what that was. Why, in those days we not only used carbon paper but when you phoned somebody you actually got an answer from a human being on the other end..

Just that working with Clint again is like coming home.

You are here to remind me of someone I long for, and what is it you long for yourself? We must have been together in an earlier life, you and I.

Geçmi? bir ecza dolab? kadar temiz ve "steril".Geçmi?teki hiçbir ?eyin de?i?tirilemezli?i,ölüme yak?n bir keskinlik kazand?r?yor ya?ad?klar?na.Geçmi?e hiç dokunulam?yor.Hat?ra,zalim kudretini dokunulmazl???ndan al?yor.Tek tek ki?ilerin hayatlar? masala benzese de,hayat?n kendisi oyuna benziyor.

Hayat?n eski günlere benzedi?i zamanlar ne?elendirirdi onu. Bir ko?u kom?uya se?irtircesine eski zamanlara gidip gelir; gözleri o günlerin bu?ulu ?????yla parlar, konu?urken sesi incelirdi. Belki de hayat herkes için gençlik demekti.

Geceyi söndür kalbim / Geceler de gençlik gibi eskidendi / ?imdi uykusuzluk vakti…

Nostalgia is a powerful and cunning witch. If you are not careful, she will seduce you back into the past and such the sap of your life. Then you'll find yourself empty-handed with only misty dreams for comfort.