Quotes About Nostalgia

You can gain an unexpected amount of happiness from rediscovering normal, everyday experiences from your past.

Thinking these things made space and time around her, the way saying 'only June' had when she was a child hoarding summer.

Christmas was always the worst… What's the point of Christmas without any kids to share it with?

You know, Marco, they can leave us, they can grow old, but it's like they're still here, running around our feet, just like when they were little tykes.

It felt like the times were good, like we were remembering a time before Rachel died, even though things were never this good then, because they were just normal, and ordinary is never the kind if good you remember.

The magic of love is that it becomes our memory which we never can forget.

I would make my mom buy me the toy doctor kit.

Margaret's voice, with its raspy twang, reminded her of magnolias and whiskey.

As much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its manners, it moves and murmurs with me through every day.

This was the rearranged space of yesterday.

It smelt of coconut ice cream and sweat and the Mediterranean sea. I

We have travelled a long distance from the cow with a bucket of raw milk under its udder. We are a long way from home.' This

There is a spectre inside every photograph.

You keep your past by having sisters. As you get older, they're the only ones who don't get bored if you talk about your memories.

When the coach set me down before that avenue of trees – straight and stern with cicadas screaming in the tall branches – I saw no welcome for a starved brat missing her mama.

Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance - each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.

We were raised on lentils, brown rice, Neil Young, and solstice celebrations.

This boy who made her feel like she was twenty again. Made her feel ridiculous, yes, idiotic. Made her feel crazy and awkward and wild.

is eating her brain consumes only the fresher memories, the unripe moments. Her distant past is preserved, better than preserved. Moments that occurred in Leningrad sixty-some years

Now my future is all behind me …

They talked in the shorthand of old friends and shared memories.

Sepuluh tahun berlalu, dan senyum itu tetap sama.

It reminded her of the visceral, uncomprehending emotional closeness that had bound them together over dinners of baked beans and fish fingers eaten at that same table when they were small children.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.