Quotes About Nostalgia

This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet

We outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

Es un raro placer que nos ahorma hallar un viejo libro con la ropa que usaba en aquel tiempo, creo que un privilegio. Cogerle de la mano venerable, calentarla en la nuestra y dar un paso o dos hacia el pasado, al tiempo en que era joven.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think

or maybe love is summed up in moments - that day in the park, the time you had chinese food by candlelight, when the boy you liked left a message, finally, on your machine. maybe the telling of those moments is even better than the moments themselves.

jenna had felt sexy-funny, like lucille ball with flour streaks on her face, a crumb-covered apron that didn't exactly flatter her, and yet nick had kissed her like a prom king falling for the reinvented girl in a movie.

Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.

Where we belong is often where we least expect to find ourselves—a place that we may have willed ourselves to forget, but that the heart remembers forever.

In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

I feel a sudden wave of homesickness, but not the kind that makes you sad. The kind that reminds you of who you are and where you come from.

Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life...

As I listen to Darcy breathing in the dark beside me, I wonder how we got to this. How we could be in love with the same person. How I coudl be sabotaging my best friend's engagement. In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

Life was good then, I though, as I started to cry. Not so much because I missed the good times, although I did. It was more that I knew I was turning into one of those girls who, upon looking at high school photos, feels wistful.

Much later, she would go back and read the entry, and think to herself that memories were that way, too. When you wanted to forget, everything would return in raw, brutal focus. When you wanted to remember, the details would slip away like a dream at dawn.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell.

Although too much time has gone by to miss her, I feel regret that I didn't maintain our friendship. Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.

Underscoring all of this is Leo—his constant presence in my mind, along with the troubling realization that I deeply associate him with the city and vice versa. So much so, in fact, that leaving New York feels an awful lot like leaving him.

But it's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

She was generally a happy person but had a tendency to live in the past, making frequent references to "when you kids were little.