Quotes About Nostalgia

I still look back with pleasure on the first scenes of my life, though that pleasure has been for the most part mingled with sorrow.

Her hands stretch across the table and squeeze the fingers of my left hand. "I've got my bestest lover here, and we're talking about things that no longer exist for me. It's like discussing dreams we've had.

One for sorrow, two for joy. So they said when I was a child, but there were fewer Magpies then.

This question was so unexpected that I instantly let myself be carried away by memories. They began to sail past my eyes, and typically for memories, everything in them seemed better, finer, and happier than in reality. It's strange, but we didn't say a word.

For people my age, the places that they truly loved and to which they once belonged are no longer there.

Within two years they'd realized that Sweden was too close, that the Baltic Sea brought in certain fluids, nostalgias, miasmas, a kind of unpleasant air.

Her heart was bleeding for David Copperfield. Laurel never read David Copperfield when her mother was with her. Today the book, as usual, would be returned to its hiding place behind the cushion in the little parlor when she had finished with it.

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

Age, like distance lends a double charm.

One of the joys of going to the movies was that it was trashy, and we should never lose that.

Para la mayoría de norteamericanos la Segunda Guerra Mundial es, quizá por nostalgia, la «guerra buena» en que Estados Unidos y sus aliados triunfaron sobre el nazismo alemán, los fascismos y el militarismo japonés. El resto del mundo la recuerda, sin embargo, como el conflicto más sangriento de la historia de la humanidad.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends to the after-time?... It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of waving grass and trees and singing birds...

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre.

Why haven't I Thought of this before? This body, Remembering yours, Is the keepsake you left.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

Idyllic memories are merely a jeweled noose.

I also remembered that you were beautiful." "Memory does play tricks on us." "No. Your face is the same, but I don't remember what beautiful means anymore.

Even if the good old days never existed, the fact that we can conceive of such a world is, in fact, an affirmation of the human spirit. That the imagination of man is capable of creating the myth of a more open, more generous time is not a sign of our folly.

Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.

You miss her, don't you?" "Yes.