Quotes About Nostalgia

cómo podés irte y dejarme a solas conmigo, a solas con mis manos poderosamente nostálgicas esta noche?

The same night, the same rain.

Vendrás a mí con tu voz apenas coloreada por un acento que me hará evocar una puerta abierta, con la sombra de un pájaro de bello nombre, con lo que esa sombra deja en la memoria, con los trazos que duran en la hoja después de haber borrado un dibujo que representaba una casa, el sol y un animal.

Ella no te necesita. Tiene tu recuerdo, que vale mas que tù.

Siete vestidos pueden ser toda una vida: el claro de la primera mañana, el de regar las hortensias, el de tirar piedras al río, el de aquella noche que se quemó el mantel de fiesta con un cigarrillo. Ahora, así apretados, ya no hay fiesta ni hortensias ni río. Sí, Genoveva, hacer un equipaje es como enterrar algo.

El arte necesita nostalgia. No se puede ser artista si no se ha perdido algo.

Cuando se festejaba mi cumpleaños en medio de las mismas caras, en los mismos lugares, con la misma canción repetida en coro, me asaltaba invariablemente la idea de que esto sólo difería del cumpleaños anterior en la aparición de una vela más sobre un pastel cuyo sabor era idéntico al de la vez pasada.

I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever.

I take picture because i like to look at the pictures I take. It seems to me that when people take a picture of something, they instantly forget about it. They can look at the picture and remind themselves.

Znaš", zamišljeno je rekao Pronek, "mislim da gdje god ti je dom postoji i barica po kojoj znaš da li pada kiša." "Kako to misliš?" "Ono, kad pogledaš kroz prozor i ne znaš da li pada i onda pogledaš svoju baricu i onda znaš." "Da, znam. To je lepo." "Ja sam imao svoju baricu u Sarajevu, ispred ku?e.

He who recollects a thing by which he was once pleased desires to possess it in the same circumstances as when he first was pleased by it. He who was never pleased is doomed to an eternal hard-on.

He who recollects a thing by which he was once pleased desires to possess it in the same circumstances as when he first was pleased by it.

Everything after Star Wars is shit.

He probably came here to like live for free with his grandmother. Mrs. Alzheimer, née Loaded.

her hot attire did not signify promiscuity—contrary to the consensual interpretation of the other male teachers—but a kind of nostalgia: this was what she used to wear when she was happy, when she used to live the normal

It was this feeling which had impelled him to visit once more those places familiar to his youth, to live over again in memory those dear, painfully sweet recollections of his childhood, overshadowed with a poetical sadness, to wound his soul once more with the sweet grief of recalling that which was for ever past—the irrevocable purity and clearness of his first impressions of life.

La hora de dejar la casa nos duele en el alma como le duele a la liebre abandonar el chaparral donde ha nacido.

It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.

È uno strano dolore. Piano. - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

And sad memories eventually spoil thoughts of the places that recall them. And if they happen to be our birthplaces, those memories are liable to be even harsher and more poignant. (644)

but the image of a "fatal" disappearance of the "vanishing American" allows Indian ancestry - as opposed to African American "blood" - to function as nostalgia and pride rather than shame. Somehow, by claiming the Indians as ancestors, whites can legitimate as lawful inheritance the taking of their land.

I don't really watch my own old films, unlike Ronald Reagan, who sat in the White House and reran Knute Rockne — All American [1940] again and again. That way madness lies — though I must say, of my own films ...

What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.

but now it all floods back—the euphoria of loving her, the agony that she's leaving, that i'll lose her