Quotes About Nostalgia

The food doesn't matter, really. What it evokes does.

I buy records - vinyl. I have a record player at home.

I can sit in front of the TV and watch an old romantic film and be transfixed.

I grew up in Texas, and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut, so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them, most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember, I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.

My father comes from a generation of film that actors my age don't even know about, which is really sad.

In the mirror I see only the time-lapsed weather patterns of 1964.

I draw a door on the floor and tell him, This is where dad used to take me for dinner.

Visiter les lieux de son enfance, c'est une pratique masochiste. On cherche à être déçu et, pas de surprise, on l'est.

Bir ÅŸehirden geriye, yar? sarhoÅŸ bir ÅŸairin onun üzerinde dolaÅŸan umursamaz bak??lar?ndan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmaz.

So I've become an exile without ever leaving my country.

Je n'ai pas connu le Levant de la grande époque, je suis venu trop tard, il ne restait plus du théâtre qu'un décor en lambeaux, il ne restait plus du festin que des miettes. Mais j'ai constamment espéré que la fête pourrait recommencer un jour, je ne voulais pas croire que le destin m'avait fait naître dans une maison déjà promise à la démolition.

If the Persians live in the past it is because the past is their homeland and the present is a foreign country where nothing belongs to them.

home is always located in the past. It is not enough for me to say, 'Arlington.' Also, it is a noun used strictly in the singular. The word 'homes' is antithetical to the idea of home.

On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep's mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His aunt lay on her stomach, her arms bent as if she were swimming to the edge of a lake; his mother lay on her back, her feet (one of which had a scar on it) arranged in the joyous pose of a dancer.

Years ago, my mother and I fell in love with Busybee's voice, its calm, even tone, and a smile which was always audible in the language. My father, meanwhile, is clipping his nails fastidiously, letting them fall on to an old, spread-out copy of the Times of India, till he sneezes explosively, as he customarily does, sending the crescent-shaped nail-clippings flying into the universe.

Frame after aluminium frame had replaced the casements. The gesture by which you push a window open was now unnecessary. ... It was as if a part of us that was air and breeze had been denied entry.

Anyway, if Calcutta today suffers in comparison, it's not really to other cities, but principally to itself and what it used to be. Anyone who has an idea of what Calcutta once was will find that vanished Calcutta the single most insurmountable obstacle to understanding, or sympathising with, the city today.

I found myself yearning for the time, no, not the time, for the life that has gone by.

People like my grandmother, who have no home but in memory, learn to be very skilled in the art of recollection.

The nostalgia I had come to treasure was a hypertrophied sense of the past as a place, a place with street signs and a figure atop a staircase that I recognized.

what does the computer know of the comforting weight of a book in one's lap? Or of the excitement that comes from finding a set of books, dusty and tucked away in the back corner of some store? The computer can only reproduce the information in a book, and never the joyful experience of reading it.

The pessimist's nostalgia, deteriorism goes far beyond simply whining that things used to be better and takes the bold stance that the world is actively and energetically going to hell in a handbasket. also

A happy childhood is the pledge of a ripe manhood.

The books that charmed us in youth recall the delight ever afterwards; we are hardly persuaded there are any like them, any deserving our equal affections.