Quotes About Nostalgia

As she rattles on, about Violet, about Gemma Sterling, about the Bartlett Dirt, I don't say anything else. I suddenly don't want Bren or Charlie to talk about Violet, because I want to keep her to myself, like the Christmas I was eight—back when Christmases were still good—and got my first guitar, which I named No Trespassing, as in no one could touch it but me.

we dont remember days, we remember moments

Below, Grandma Elvina's recipe for a comfortable bed: Order a medium thickness egg foam pad from Sears, double up a thick wool Army blanket, and pull the bottom sheet taut across the whole thing. Then sprinkle a little loose Avon powder (any flowerly one will do) and rub it into the sheet.

Aprons don't hold us back-- they take us back

They were so young, so gloriously, obliviously young, that it hurt to look at them.

The moon is closer to us now than are the fig trees of our departed village. you accept all these wonders - why not mine too?

Per un istante, temendo di svenire a quell'odore di donna che ritrovava più caldo, moltiplicato, sotto il soffitto basso, si sedette sul bordo del divano imbottito, tra le due finestre. Ma si rialzò immediatamente, tornò accanto alla toeletta, senza guardare più niente, gli occhi vacui, ripensando a un mazzo di tuberose che una volta era appassito nella sua stanza e l'aveva fatto quasi morire. Le tuberose, quando si decompongono, hanno un odore umano.

May the joy we once felt in this place accompany you wherever you've gone.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This dark night has won me to wander far away; old feelings gather fast upon me.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free...I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)

the entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exit, and that i have lost her. (heathcliff about catherine, ch. XIX, p. 325)

S vremenom se pomirio sa sudbinom, pa mu je sjeta bila sla?a od svagdanjih radosti.

GeçmiÅŸteki mutluluÄŸu hat?rlamak beni periÅŸan ediyordu. Dahas?, geçmiÅŸin hayalini akl?mda tutman?n çok büyük tehlikesi vard?, çünkü yemeÄŸi h?zl? kar??t?r?rsan elinde olan? da ziyan edersin.

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía en el mundo

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet

The past is not a package one can lay away.

Though it may never come again is what makes it so sweet.

Home is so far from home.