Quotes About Nostalgia

Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.

The notebook smelled the way old books do, like dust and unrealized potential.

I don't keep a travel diary. I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down. Everything else slipped away, as though my mind felt jilted by my reliance on pen and paper. For exactly the same reason I don't travel with a camera. My holiday becomes the snapshots and anything I forget to record is lost.

The dilapidation was not a memory but a representation of a poorly remembered past.

You'll leave. And then one day you'll come back, and everything that you once loved about the place will drive you a little bit crazy.

You'll leave. And then one day you'll come back, and everything you used to love about the place will drive you a little bit crazy.

She usually survived the Christmas season by ignoring it as best as possible but there were certain elements that reminded her of a pleasant time in her childhood, what she called the prefire days. Music of the season was one of those things that she took heart in. Maggie

Like first love — or heartbreak — the first government you learn to know stays with you.

He had said this to me before, and as I heard it, I felt as if I were vanishing into all the other times he had said this to me, returning to a single place where I was always leaving him, and on my return, he was always saying something of this kind.

The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination.

every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)

We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear!Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Trees are your best antiques.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

My mom would put me in these preppy little suits and slick my hair to the side. I have these baby pictures of me where I'm this little preppy kid with a sweater tied around my neck.

carved this for Gaius just days before he left," he said, his voice thick. He didn't add

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?

Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.

It is always the silly things that remind me

Because it is wonderful. Truly, there's nothing better than being with old friends. You just pick up where you left off, as if you were in the middle of a conversation. Except we've not seen each other since last summer and there's lots to catch up on. New houses, new promotions, new babies.

You know, it never looks like you want it to, your hair's never perfect and it'll probably rain, but it doesn't matter. Those are your good old days. It's those times you always remember