Quotes About Nostalgia

In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

Only two weeks since he had left, and it was already happening. Time, blunting the edges of those sharp memories.

And I dream that someday you will return to Kabul to revisit the land of our childhood. If you do, you will find an old faithful friend waiting for you.

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

Alas, Abdullah and Pari, Baba Ayub's days of happiness came to an end.

A sadness came over me. Returning to Kabul was like running into an old, forgotten friend and seeing that life hadn't been good to him, that he'd become homeless and destitute.

The kinship I felt suddenly for the old land . . . it surprised me . . . I thought I had forgotten about this land. But I hadn't. . . . Maybe Afghanistan hadn't forgotten me either.

Tidak ada kata yang terucap, tidak ada yang perlu kami katakan, inilah harta yang dimiliki oleh mereka yang menyimpan kenangan yang sama, yang saling menjadi kenangan pertama, yang menyusu dari payudara yang sama.

December 2001 I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.

It's her way of keeping Mariam close awhile yet before time has its way, before it snatches Mariam from the garden of her memory like a weed pulled by its roots.

I watched Baba's car pull away from the curb, taking with it the person whose first spoken word had been my name.

So much had happened since those childhood days, so much that needed to be said. But that first night the enormity of it all stole the words from her. That night, it was blessing enough to be beside him. It was blessing enough to know that he was here, to feel the warmth of him next to her, to lie with him, their heads touching, his right hand laced in her left.

The previous year, Baba had surprised Hassan with a leather cowboy hat just like the one Clint Eastwood wore in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly—which had unseated The Magnificent Seven as our favorite Western.

Revenirea in casa copilariei ma face sa simt dezorientat, ca si cum as citi finalul unui roman pe care l-am inceput si apoi l-am abandonat, cu multi ani in urma.

We saw our first Western together, Rio Bravo with John Wayne, at the Cinema Park, across the street from my favorite bookstore.

largo: —¿Ésta eres tú? —Y éste tú, tío Idris. —¿O sea que antes tenías el pelo largo? —Mi hermana me lo cepillaba todas las noches.

Notaba el frío del suelo bajo los pies descalzos y, de pronto, por primera vez desde que habíamos cruzado la frontera, sentí que estaba de vuelta en casa. Después de todos aquellos años, estaba de nuevo en casa, pisando la tierra de mis antepasados.

En ce jour où, pendant qu'ils regardaient un vieux film, Lemar lui a demandé s'il était déjà né quand le monde était en noir et blanc.

Ik deed een stap achteruit en het enige wat ik zag was regen door de ramen die wel van smeltend zilver leken

big hazel eyes...she had this laugh... I can still hear it sometimes.

Biarkan aku meringankan bebanmu: Tak ada satu pun dalam kenanganmu tentang Kabul yang bertahan. Yang terbaik adalah melupakan semuanya.

What he yearned for was his old life. What

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

Aku tidak ingat lagi dari mana kenangan itu berasal, baik bulan maupun tahunnya. Yang kutahu, kenangan itu tersimpan dalam jiwaku, indahnya serpihan masa lalu yang terbungkus rapi, sapuan warna cerah di atas kanvas kelabu kosong yang menyelimuti kehidupan kami.