Quotes About Nostalgia

It's a queer thing, growing up. The years pile up, Hap, but at the same time I'm still ever age I ever was. When we stood before those sea-giants, I felt five years old, awed and scared. When I see a pretty lady, I'm eighteen again! And when my bones remind me, I feel all of my sixty years. All those ages are still inside me, all at once. The years stack up like sediment, and the layers remain.

Era una relación pecaminosa. Pinche ángel caído. Era un pecado: acostarse con el pasado. Los que cogen con el pasado mueren, envejecen. Se enamoran de los ayeres y se quedan ahí para siempre, tiesos, congelados, sin poder volver.

What they don't know is that we all belong to the places we've never even been before. If there's any kind of legitimate nostalgia, it's for everything we've never seen, the women we've never slept with, never dreamed of, the friends we haven't made, the books we haven't read, all that food steaming in the pots we've never eaten out of. That's the only kind of real nostalgia there is.

MRS. HOLLINGSWORTH LIKES TO traipse. Her primary worry is thinning pubic hair, though this has not happened yet. She is bothered that a thought of this sort could occur to her at all, let alone with some frequency. She enjoys a solidarity with fruit. She is wistful for the era in which hatboxes proliferated, though a hatbox is not something even her grandmother may have owned.

My mom was scared of the old Times Square so I was never allowed to go. Now I'm scared of the new Times Square, so I still never go.

A belly laugh A toy from your childhood Your favorite song from high school The number 222 A beach ball A senior citizen in a fashionable hat A smile from a baby A billboard with a message for you

There is love in these old logs and in RJ's workmanship and I can feel it every time I walk inside. We call such a limited number of relationships love in our lives, but there is always love around us—it's as ubiquitous as oxygen. It lives in the houses where we've slept, the kitchens where we've cooked, in the food we've prepared for the people we love and in the walls we have shaped with our hands.

Conversations in French bubble around me like a long-forgotten perfume I am desperate to inhale. Familiar words trickle back, first in a stream then a river, though I've scarcely heard them in half a century.

Alguien que no me abandonará?, pienso para mis adentros y deseo volver a ser joven, porque entonces tal vez lo hubiera creído.

rousing myself from my memories.

the names come back to me like a song: Lorch, D'Augny, Neuhoff—

him. "Maybe." "Well, before you make your decision, I just wanted to remind you of the good times we had.

My earliest memory? Trying to use a red jelly bean as lipstick.

In the years to come, when you lie alone in your bed and the night grows long and bitter, remember how it felt when I held you, kissed you, made you mine. Remember this night. Remember me.

She'll thank you when she's thirty and can still fit into her high school jeans.

What did parents in the seventies do when kids were bored in the back? Nothing! They let them suck in gas fumes. Torture their siblings. And since it wasn't actually used for wearing, play with the seatbelt. If at any point you complained about being bored at home, you were really asking for it. "Go outside," your parents would roar, or worse, "Clean your room.

Whenever one of us introduced an old favorite, we savored the other's first delight like a shared meal eaten with a newly acquired gusto, as if we'd never truly tasted it before.

Back in the days of Sugar Pops and roller skates, grown-ups had no clue where their kids were, who they were with, or what the hell they were up to, and that suited kids just fine.

Una scienza incapace di spaventare è una scienza inutile. Noi biologi del mare avremmo bisogno di un poeta per raccontare cosa succede là sotto e per accendere la nostalgia di quando il mare era ancora il mare.

My mom decorated with lots of antiques. I never liked it when I was a little girl - I wanted to live in a modern house. But now I love it.

J'ai le regret de votre mère. Chacun des souvenirs que j'ai gardés de mon épouse est un morceau de joie que je ne retrouverai jamais.

Sentía la necesidad de reconocer todo lo que había vivido. Sentía la necesidad de recuperar todo lo que aquí, tiempo atrás, descubrió del mundo.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

There used to be so many good times, when I was your age." She ran her finger slowly round and round her cup, as though it were a fine-stemmed wine glass rather than a chipped and stained dining-room survivor, as though she were trying to recapture an echo of times past.