Quotes About Nostalgia

In any case, I like to repeat his name to myself in secret. I like to write it on scraps of paper. I am stupidly sentimental: that hasn't changed much.

I did not understand then that the bac was the end of us.

I just wanted to write to tell you that I have been happy during these months together, that I have never been so happy and that I already know I will never be so happy again.

Au fond, je n'écris que pour retrouver la belle sensation du soleil luisant entre les omoplates d'un garçon étendu, ventre et visage contre le sable, dans août qui s'en va.

Les premiers rêves de mon enfance ont été des rêves de marin.

Le problème, voyez-vous, c'est que quand on est grand, on oublie, on oublie presque tout, et on oublie surtout qu'on a été enfant.

Teachers are Peter Pans in a way. It's so easy to lose track of time. You forget that you're getting older, because they're always eight years old. You teach in the same classroom year after year. You wear the same tie. You tell the same jokes. Everything is always the same.

There is a fear that accompanies returning to a place that holds many of your life's memories, especially if years pass between leaving and returning.

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood's house.

Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.

There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.

My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.

As he turned round and drove away, he saw her standing in the driveway, in her white dress, looking for all the world like a child dropped off against her will after a custody weekend.

Era come una mano di colore data sul venticello, sui muri gialletti della borgata, sui prati, sui carretti, sugli autobus coi grappoli agli sportelli. Una mano di colore ch'era tutta l'allegria e la miseria delle notti dell'estate del presente e del passato.

If you know that I am an unbeliever, then you know me better than I do myself. I may be an unbeliever, but I am an unbeliever who has a nostalgia for a belief.

È un Natale stupendo. Una di quelle cose che si scrivono sui temi a scuola: la neve fuori delle finestre della baita, il panettone, i dolcetti, le bibite e anche lo spumante, benché siamo tutti minorenni e i nostri ci abbiano proibito di bere alcolici. [...] Zigzagando lenti dai monti scendono a valle i maestri di sci, reggendo le torce: a me sembrano tante perle di fuoco strette attorno al collo del mio amore. È Natale, e tutti sono felici.

Lì, accatastati, coperti da un cellophane appannato, ci sono i resti dell'estate: un tavolino pieghevole, qualche sedia bianca, vasi di fiori ormai secchi

When you are old, at evening candlelit,Beside the fire bending to your wool,Read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writThis praise for me when I was beautiful."

I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.

I always drank chocolate milk growing up and I remember my grandmother would always have it when I would visit her in the Dominican Republic - that's when it all started.

My childhood is in my brother's house, and I like to visit there and be reminded.

A visit to a bookshop will be a difficult one if you're looking for any picture book in print that is more than 50 years old.