Quotes About Nostalgia

Casi todo el mundo se avergüenza de su juventud, no es muy cierto que se añore como se dice, más bien se relega o rehúye y con facilidad o esfuerzo se confina el origen a la esfera de los malos sueños, o de las novelas, o de lo que no ha existido. La juventud se oculta, la juventud es secreta para quienes ya no nos conocen jóvenes.

y nos dimos besos que nos podíamos haber ahorrado y así yo no tendría que recordarlos.

Es intolerable que las personas que conocemos se conviertan en pasado.

It's unbearable that the people we know should suddenly be relegated to the past

è intollerabile che le persone che conosciamo si trasformino in passato

Jeg ønsker å være der han er, og det eneste området hvor jeg vet at vi er sammen, er i fortiden, i det som ikke er og likevel har vært. Han er allerede fortid, mens jeg, derimot, er nåtid.

A fotografia quieta vai suplantando a cara real, com os seus gestos e o seu movimento, as feições congelam e passam a existir apenas as do instantâneo, que de tanto olhado substitui a pessoa e a apaga ou a desterra ou expulsa, por isso custa tanto recordar verdadeiramente os mortos que se afastam de nós.

We Are Influenced by Past Experiences.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

Days of Innocence 1 who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)

Jamie, you know, you could go clear around the world and still come home wondering if the tuna fish sandwiches at Chock Full O'Nuts still cost thirty-five cents.

Finishing a good book is like leaving a good friend.

the secret histories of things deserve to linger, to belong again to the coil of your hair I found once as a child, dried out by shadows, in a shut-tight wooden box

Lost causes had a romantic charm for her

cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the new people whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to; and the sentimental clung to it for its historic associations, and the musical for its excellent acoustics, always so problematic a quality in halls built for the hearing of music.

no treasure-house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well-stored memory.

Few as they had been, they were thick with memories.

Los más tradicionales le tenían cariño precisamente por ser pequeña e incómoda, lo que alejaba a los nuevos ricos a quienes Nueva York empezaba a temer, aunque, al mismo tiempo, le simpatizaban.

It seems cruel,' she said, 'that after a while nothing matters… any more than these little things, that used to be necessary and important to forgotten people, and now have to be guessed at under a magnifying glass and labeled: 'Use unknown.

The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim.

La añoranza lo acompañaba día y noche como un incesante e indefinible deseo, como el súbito antojo de un enfermo por comer o beber algo que alguna vez probó y había olvidado por mucho tiempo

Every step she took seemed in fact to carry her farther from the region where, once or twice, he and she had met for an illumined moment and the recognition of this fact, when its first pang had been surmounted, produced in him a sense of negative relief.

Perhaps she too had kept her memory of him as something apart; but if she had, it must have been like a relic in a small dim chapel, where there was not time to pray every day...