Quotes About Nostalgia

I'm nostalgic. I miss childhood. I miss first grade. I miss thinking girls are gross. Do you know how much money I could save if I still thought girls were gross?

I wanted to stop talking about the whole thing. I wanted to talk about the hide and the old days and hacking at the ice and whose turn it was to toss the marble and all that, that was what I wanted to talk about. They were the best days, you could see through them days, as clear as polished glass. But Joe didn't want to.

You were right to tell me that in life it is not the future which counts, but the past.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.

He was seeking a lost innocence and settings made for enjoyment and ease, but where one could never be happy again.

People don't come back any more. Haven't you noticed that, Monsieur?

Depuis, le Paris où j'ai tenté de retrouver sa trace est demeuré aussi désert et silencieux que ce jour-là. Je marche à travers les rues vides. Pour moi, elles le restent, même le soir, à l'heure des embouteillages, quand les gens se pressent vers les bouches de métro. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à elle et de sentir un écho de sa présence dans certains quartiers.

On the sidewalk, dead leaves. Or burned pages from an old Gaffiot dictionary. It's the neighborhood of colleges and convents.

H?n anh t?ng hi v?ng già ?i cùng cô ?y?

In those days, I thought I was happy.

Je n'étais vraiment moi–même qu'à l'instant où je m'enfuyais. Mes seuls bons souvenirs sont des souvenirs de fuite ou de fugue.

Parfois, le cœur se serre à la pensée des choses qui auraient pu être et qui n'ont pas été.

The other day, I happened to walk through it. I had a strange sensation. Not that time had passed, but that another me, a twin, was prowling around there -- down to the smallest detail, and until the end of time -- through what I had experienced over a very short period.

There are blanks in a life, but also sometimes what they call a refrain. For periods of varying length, you don't hear this refrain, as if you've forgotten it.

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

How much longer would we go on being old young people? They waved goodbye to me. I was moved by Annette. She and I were exactly the same age, and she'd become one of those slightly faded Danish beauties who used to attract me when I was twenty. They were older than I was at that time, and I was grateful for their tender protection.

Ich finde es etwas weniger traurig, wenn alles bleibt, wie es immer war.

Bien des années plus tard, un après-midi que je marchais dans les parages du Val-de-Grâce, j'ai essayé de retrouver ce hôtel. Je n'avais noté ni le nom ni l'adresse sur le carnet noir, comme on évite d'écrire les détails trop intimes de notre vie, de crainte qu'une fois fixés sur le papier ils ne nous appartiennent plus.

Bat Parisul in lung si-n lat de jumatate de secol, astfel ca fiecare cartier imi evoca anumite lucruri, anumite intalniri, adesea ramase fara viitor. In memoria mea totul se amesteca: locurile si persoanele, amintirile intime, lecturile. Nu prefer anumite zone, ci pur si simplu uneori am ciudata senzatie ca as putea sa dau peste niste oameni pe care i-am vazut cu decenii in urma, impietriti si ramasi la varsta si infatisarea de atunci, asa cum se suprapun spatiile-timpuri in unele romane SF.

Y pasan los días, y los meses. Y las estaciones. A veces, me gustaría dar marcha atrás y volver a vivir todos esos años mejor de lo que los viví. Pero ¿cómo?

Some sentences remain etched in your mind forever.

Patrick Modiano

As the years go by, many people and many things end up seeming so humorous and so pathetic that all you can do is try to look at them through the eyes of a child.