Quotes About Nostalgia

I've always found that ex-girlfriends with bodies are better than ex-girlfriends who are just internal organs locked away in a box somewhere. But I'm old-fashioned like that.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had, for the first involves knowledge and pleasure, the second only ignorance and pain.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.

The romance of the old West vanished so fast and so few ever did anything with it. Does it make you realize the importance of Art and how the main knowledge of history is through Art alone?

I do remember actually learning chords to Beatles songs. I thought they were great songwriters.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in life, not to change things but just to feel things twice

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.

And true love waits In haunted attics And true love lives On lollipops and crisps

Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret.

You have to be able to look back at your life and say, "Yeah, that was fun."

Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.

I've been trying to remember this place," she said, almost plaintively. "I love it here, but the entire time I've felt like it was the one remembering me.

Maybe one day we'll all be Steampunks

I remember you, Saul. I remember the keeper of the light.

Better not to think of people living here, of it being empty Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and yet now you want someone to remember, to understand what was lost, even if it was little enough.

That's the past for you. Not only does it come back at the most unexpected, and inconvenient, times but it's set in stone.

I liked old time music but what i meant by that was the period from the 1930s through the 60s, nothing before and little after.  Performers like fats waller, Sinatra, billie holiday, louis armstrong, rosemary clooney, ella, sammy Davis Jr, dean martin... If the lyrics weren't stupid. Words were important.

I run through snow and turn around just to make sure I've got a past.

A good fragrance is really a powerful cocktail of memories and emotion.

When I was a kid," he said, "I used to run around this place barefoot, until I stepped on one of those pop-tops. I have a semicircular scar, big one, on my heel." A hand on the doorframe for support, he lifted up one of his feet and pointed. She stopped, looked, seeing the little scar that was virtually identical to the one on 'her' foot.

Then she remembered. The apple. Reaching over to her bag on the passenger seat with her right hand, left hand on the wheel, Grace grasped the apple like a baseball and brought it to her face. Again, she held it under her nose and took in its scent. Wow. Even with the wind blowing around her, the fragrance was full and lush and sweet- though not overtly, like so many of today's commercially bred grocery store apples, but deep, dark, sugared, as the night in a Caribbean cane field.

The kitchen smelled amazing. Turkey-apple sausage sizzled in a blackened iron skillet on the sturdy old eight-burner gas range. Thick slices of bread toasted in a shiny vintage Toastmaster. Hair tied back, sleeves rolled up on her blouse, apron around her waist, Grace tossed a handful of pecans into the skillet and let them brown with the sausage while she flipped a cheddar-filled omelet in another pan. The heady aroma of freshly ground black dark-roast coffee filled the kitchen.