Quotes About Nostalgia

Recordar el pasado o añorar la tierra natal son, en realidad, maneras de recurrir a algo tranquilizador cuando estamos desorientados en la vida real.

For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.

They avoided talk of the old days, like a pair weaving in and out among puddles after a rainstorm, so deftly that neither of them found the process awkward.

There was for me nothing that might have been called the pinnacle of my youth, and so no moment for stopping it. One should stop at the pinnacle. I could discern none. Strangely, I feel no regrets.

HOW ODDLY SITUATED a man is apt to find himself at age thirty-eight! His youth belongs to the distant past. Yet the period of memory beginning with the end of youth and extending to the present has left him not a single vivid impression.

go-go hall on my way home from school.

If one looks down on one's old village from a distant mountain pass, whatever details of that era may have faded from memory, the significance of having lived there becomes vividly apparent.

The past does not only draw us back to the past. There are certain memories of the past that have strong steel springs and, when we who live in the present touch them, they are suddenly stretched taut and then they propel us into the future.

Years ago you followed someone here, in love with breath kissing the nape of your neck, back when it was easy to be at least two places at once.

We were The Hottentot Venus Draped in our mothers' dresses, Wearing rouge & lipstick, Pillows tucked under floral & print cloth, the first day of spring, As we balanced on high heels. Women sat in a circle talking About men; the girls off Somewhere else, in other houses. We felt the last kisses Our mothers would give us On the mouth.

She sat like that for a long time, never taking her eyes off her grandmother, conjuring up cherished memories of their time together, each remembrance more precious than the last. Time seemed to evaporate in the haze of candlelight, reminiscences, and tears. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but she had just gotten out of her chair and reached for another tissue when she thought she heard a noise.

I was influenced when I was younger by the cartoon movies that Disney put out, like Cinderella and what not. I watched those movies over and over when I was younger and the music is ingrained into my head. Nowadays, I'm still humming the tunes. It taught me the fundamentals.

I had a very funny family.

I walk into a casino and I feel like I'm home. It takes me back to those days. I want to hear Frank singing in the background, drink a glass of chardonnay and hear slots. It feels safe, like I'm in a cocoon; I'm back in the womb.

Perhaps the idea of a leftist transnationalism is pie in the sky, but the fact is that Europe is in crisis, and if the Right can successfully exploit it (and has!), so can the Left. The future of Europe, in this sense, is an open question; it can turn toward a retrograde nostalgia for European "greatness," or it can equally open up a space for a radically alternative vision.

I like old fashioned things. We have these old wine buckets at the restaurant and none of them match.

My mother's blueberry pie from scratch was amazing. I still make it today.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

Maybe I'm getting tired – I can't think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.

And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.

I wish I had been what I thought I was; and so debonnaire; and so debonnaire.

Everything pursues its own ends and skies stay warm + beneficent - though winter time always leaves many vagrant nostalgias and a sense of more supply than demand of Time and of the portentousness of the weather.

Ea îl aÈ™teapt?, aÈ™a cum a cerut, È™i chiar dac? n-a cerut ea aÈ™teapt?, È™i poate nu pe el, ci trecutul, care în parte era È™i al lui, pentru c? acum i se pare c? nici o fapt? pe care a f?ptuit-o de atunci È™i nici o tr?ire pe care s tr?it-o de atunci È™i nici un sim??mânt pe care l-a simÈ›it de atunci nu au izbutit s? fie mai presus de trecutul acela.