Quotes About Nostalgia

My little girls are all grown-up. I remember when the three of you were in diapers, running around at the pool with your little orange water wings. And now look at you," my mom says, so nostalgic that she seems to forget all her gripes with Belinda. And me for that matter.

and then realize it's not Peter I miss, but the idea of what I once thought we shared.

O inferno é a ausência das pessoas de quem temos saudade.

It occurred to me that few things tell the story of a woman's life like her closet

I felt as though i were being shown a photo of someone well loved, and long dead. I didn't want to be reminded of what I no longer seemed to have.

it was always that way with the dead; they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions. All we could do was remember them, as much as we could remember them, whether it was accurate or not.

Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As

I didn't forget a day of you either.

I tried to remember what it was the old ones used to sprinkle on us children at Halloween in the part of the country where Tim and I had grown up.

I think about pasta in the shape of Hello Kitty, stockings with diamond seams up the back, Marilyn's crumbling cake-mascara, and Liz Taylor's new white hair. I haven't got time for the trivials.

hodderchildrens

half-timbered

I'm the crazy girly captain, Remember?

I miss my suits...

Don't worry chief,said foaly,It's like riding a unicorn,you never forget.

Ik was vroeger altijd zo dol op Pip en Kip. - Foaly

Ik weet het nog goed,' begon Wurm melodramatisch. 'Het was een donkere nacht.

Mulch on the other hand couldn't have found his childhood with an encyclopedia.

Kreb vergisst nie die Friedhöfe, wo er beerdigt worden ist.

It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what's changed, is you.

These bits speak history's tattered tale. How we cling to scraps, shards, sea glass- because we cannot stay.

Gdy rozstajemy siÄ™ z osobami, które bardzo polubiliÅ›my, lgnie do nich jakaÅ› sekretna melancholia.

Somehow her later years had become a mirror of her lonely childhood.

Do you," he murmured, "do you have any - Smarties? You brought some once, I remember, in a tube with a lid on. They were small, and many-coloured - all different colors - and they tasted very good.