Quotes About Nostalgia

How do you go to your own house when something has gone bad on the inside, when it doesn't seem like your place to live anymore, when you almost cannot recall living there although it was the place you mostly ate and slept for all your grown-up life? Try to remember two or three things about living there. Try to remember cooking one meal.

We move through time like a man in a rowboat, looking back even as we move forward.

A good marriage drags a long tail of memory behind it. A single word or gesture, a tone of voice can conjure up so many remembrances.

both remembered how it all started, and even now, in the middle of my middle age, when I think of that shining young girl, I still feel a little thrill of first love, still there, still burning like a pilot light.

in the living room, old grandmas, baby cousins.

no smell of piss or green beans. That was how you could tell for sure it was an upscale old-age joint. It smelled instead like a summer meadow, it smelled of daisies, it smelled like a preview of coming attractions.

bike was old and loud and smelled like something was burning when he rode it, but it was also loaded with chrome, its tank was a sweet cobalt blue, and with the detachable windshield and leather saddlebags that came with it, it was in shape enough to carry him out onto the road all over again.

Nostalgia is a fire fueled by failures of memory.

If, looking back upon the lengthened way My feet have trod, since, long ago, I left Those well-known shores, and when mine eyes are filled With tears, I take the pencil in its turn, and shading light the landscape spread below..."

Petals floating by, Drift through my womans hand, As she remembers me.

She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.

Old Songs are more than tunes. They are little houses in which our hearts once lived. When we hear them we go visiting—we walk forgotten streets, we smile again at the skies of youth.

Aye. He was very nice there. The rest of my life'll be an anti-climax.

Creating art allows us to beat the odds and find immortality, without having to do the whole Doctor Faustus thing. Though Brian Wilson and Mike Love no longer collaborate and Carl and Dennis Wilson are gone, they are all still together on the radio late at night, where they join voices and are young and golden and beautiful forever.

That was what getting old was all about, she'd begun to realize: a growing heap of memories piling up around you, a Mount Everest of memories. The very opposite of being young, when the ground ahead lay level and bare, a vast open space that stretched on forever and ever, waiting to be explored.

There's always room for Jell-O

Music resonates in so many parts of the brain that we can't conceive of it being an isolated thing. It's whom you were with, how old you were, and what was happening that day.

My mom used to take me down to the Jersey Shore when I was 7 8, 9 years old. I can remember being down in that area - Belmar, Seaside Heights, Asbury Park and all those places that I went back and revisited.

In that moment Alina Sculcuvant knew that of all life's great journeys, perhaps the greatest was to come home, and to know the place for the first time.

These past few days I've realised—we're strangers to each other. I feel like I'm standing outside their house and watching them through the window. I love them, of course, but more in memory than anything else. And love should be more than an echo.

as long as we associate food preparation with "love" and "family," while a capitalist economy continually erodes the ties that bind, we will continue to reproduce these variations on nostalgia for the real

When I was a wee lad, Uncle Dickie sat me on his knee, and regaled me with stories about the genesis of a game that involved trying to jam a ball into a hole in the ground with a stick

Cela fini toujours ainsi, par les souvenirs. On pourrait croire que tout va s'arranger.

Se revoir ainsi après plusieurs années, c'est comme un premier rendez-vous.