Quotes About Nostalgia

I don't know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.

I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

Accept the pain of the past. Learn the lessons of the past. Embrace the nostalgic memories of the past. Then dream big dreams of the future and start chasing them!

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

Wulfe had been as likely to hoard dried flowers as exquisite jewelry.

This frail cloth, a gift to the person he had once been, was his touchstone, a reminder that once he had been whole. Once there had been joy.

She said, once, shortly before she died, that roses smelled like happiness. Whenever she smelled a rose, she thought of the day we met.

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

Strange to think of a form of love going extinct, like a carrier pigeon, a rare tortoise, a lilac or apple whose seeds are not to be found anymore, the scent and taste of the thing long lost, never to be touched again.

This nostalgia, like much nostalgia, was not for something actually experienced and lost, but for a notion held in the fond focus of the imagination.

But sometimes I still think about Mr Ramsay and the summer evenings when he would stand in the centre of the paddock and I would ride Perdita in that magic circle that shut out the troubled unease of the world and enclosed the three of us in a dream of fair horses.

When I walk the path between the gardens everyone is there, Mama and Papa, the aunts, Caleb and Jack. Aunt Harriet plays the flute-- But the best thing of all is that Grandfather is there waiting for me, smiling. He gives my dog husband a bone. "Be good to Cassie," he says. "Oui," says Nick. I am astonished. I have never heard Nick speak French words. "You speak French!" I cry. "I retrieve, too," says my dog husband.

I almost got married once," said Aunt Harriet wistfully. "Me, too," said Aunt Mattie. "Not me," said Aunt Lou. " I got a dog.

William stopped in front of me. "Cassie," he said softly. "How do you know?" I asked. "You must be Cassie. You look just like your mama did when she was your age." "Really?" "Really. She even had braids like you." William reached out and touched my hair. "Did you tease her?" I asked. "Of course," said William. "It was my job.

I remember years ago when you first came here. I took a picture of you and Jacob and Caleb--he was little then. And Anna. And the dogs." He looked at Lottie and Nick. "They're a little older now." "We all are," said Mama. "Anna married Justin this past week." "So I heard," said Joshua. Joshua shook Grandfather's hand. "Hello, John," he said. "I'm older, too," said Grandfather with a smile.

Patricia MacLachlan

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

There are always things to miss," said Maggie. "No matter where you are.

I sing the songs I sang to you every night. I sing them so I will remember you, hoping that you will remember me too, even though I am here, and you are there.

Four other babies were born between me and my brother. There are no notches for them.

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

these past few years. They had filled her

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.